It was 11th March 2009, one more day of my life in Satyam which is not so easy to be forgotten. Journey begins here. As usual at 6.30 am, my alarm helped me to wake up. At 8.20 am, I boarded the bus and at 9.20, I was in office. I had my lunch at 2pm. At 6.30, I left the office and boarded the bus and at 8.30 pm, I was at my room as usual. Everything was looking as usual but I was feeling something missing that day. I was working in office but my soul was roaming somewhere else. I was having the lunch but there was no hunger that day. I was having lots of officemates working around me and talking to me but I was feeling alone that day.
Only one unusual thing, which made the entire usual things unusual, was…it was ‘HOLI’ (the festival of colors)….no no... I should say it was the first Holi of my life without colors, lack of sweets and lack of MASTI (joy).
We could not celebrate Holi this year due to the great decision of satyam officers of not giving leave that day. We could not enjoy special food. We could not tear the cloths of each other. We could not play with mud and water. The only thing, we could do, was to recall the sweet memories of our previous celebrations….
Only one unusual thing, which made the entire usual things unusual, was…it was ‘HOLI’ (the festival of colors)….no no... I should say it was the first Holi of my life without colors, lack of sweets and lack of MASTI (joy).
We could not celebrate Holi this year due to the great decision of satyam officers of not giving leave that day. We could not enjoy special food. We could not tear the cloths of each other. We could not play with mud and water. The only thing, we could do, was to recall the sweet memories of our previous celebrations….