Huwa main malang

Loose yourself to find the you,

Break free to know what binds you,

Let the music flow within you,

The words will let you know...

The beats come and go,

The heart beats too,

But the mind doesn't want to think,

It wants to be still for a moment...

Let me be free from the chains,

So that I may find my binds.

Let me see the darkness outside,

So that I may find the light inside...

When the old dies, the new rises,

To be free from everything.

The soul waits for you to touch me,

So that I can melt inside you...

Let me become the phoenix,

Let me rise from my ashes.

Let me be lost,

Let me be found forever...

P.S: Watched Malang, wanted to write something, was listening to Malang's songs and being irritated by the fucking ads which came in between.

Live free,

*Jo

Bored as hell, so what to do???

And so I sit in the lobby of "MNC" company waiting for my round of interview. It seems that I have ticked off a few wrong ones in the initial stages itself. Wearing jeans to the interview. Not bringing my resume since the photostat shop was not yet open. Some of the things have me ticked off too. The formal wear. The long list of candidates for the position. The totally boring visitors lobby.
Waiting, waiting and waiting. As for the first impression, I wanted to run away from the entrance itself, given the fucking dress code. But let's see if the interview is good enough. Wouldn't like to join especially if there is Java involved. I absolutely, without an inch of remorse, detest the language. It's not for people like me, the lazy ones who would go straight to work rather than create loads and loads of code just because the language says so. I'm so anti-pattern at times that I can't believe I have been writing okey-dokey code in Python for the last 5+ years.
Hopefully, this shouldn't take much time as I have hardly taken a look or prepared to a good extent, given that there are other "priorities" as of now. *wink*. Speaking of which, I was not going to announce before March start. There was supposedly to be a post regarding that but then, who the fuck cares about timing or planning. Yours truly is getting hitched soon. :D
It might come off as sudden, given how I wasn't ready to get hitched all these years and all of a sudden, boom. 2017 has brought lovely surprises with it. Got placed in an awesome product company, getting ready for next phase, looking forward to more surprises. *wink wink* Speaking of which, I am still stuck in this fucking lobby, waiting for my call which I suppose wouldn't come even after I finish this post.
Bored, sleepy and getting hungry as times passes.

This is Jo,
Signing off for now.

The colds of December

This December in Mumbai, this not so cold days here. I'm lost without reason. I look forward to the days that wouldn't be so deary. To the days, where my inner child is happy. To the days, where I code again out of passion. To the days, where I look forward to going to office. To the days, where I ride again. To the days, when weekends are to enjoy and not being stuck in office. To the days, where my heart fills with joy of writing like this.

A hope that I hold inside me that there will be a silver lining at the end of these cloudy days.

Revisiting an old space

Ajeeb hai ye daastan,

Na jaane kahan le jaaye ye tumhe,

Kaunsa shehar mil jaaye na jaane,

Anjaane ban jaate hai dost,

Aur dost anjaane,

Lamhe kuch guzarish karte hai,

Ki iss pal ko lafzon mein taraash loon,

Yaad aaye ye pal phir kabhi to,

Honto par ek muskurahat bhi aaye.

It is said, nothing happens by chance. Otherwise, why would this post happen and that too after such a long time. Me sitting in office, watching Suits last episode of Season 5 and finishing off some tasks. No connection to Blogger as of such, nothing to make me think of writing off a post. Yet, there comes a call to one of my sales colleague. A friend wants to integrate a payment gateway to her Blogger account. Had to take a look at my blog to let her know if it would be possible. Seemed like it might be, but then it would have been just a Paypal link, rather than a full blown cart which could let her sell her wares.

And then, it happens. My colleague, Rick, from the front-end section had to pitch in his views. Thankfully, it was a good thing because we were able to give a better informed suggestion this time. Seems like you might have to get a premium version of Blogger to integrate a cart like stuff. However, I didn't research much due to limited time. And the last episode is still waiting to be finished along with my task.

So until next time, this is Jo signing off.

Adios