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Closed Doors!

 Closed Doors

The closed doors have many memories locked. It has seen a different shade and introduced myself to many new versions of me. Sometimes I believed that was the only living world.  Everything else was rounding around that and by default, I always prioritized that life than any other life.

Roughly, starting Sep 2004, I am been part of various organization. A lot of learning. Full of ups & downs.  This spicy life had every masala needed for life! The life that gives humble and pride at the same time!!

Getting in there was not easy journey... Sometimes all mattered is the books temporarily memorized and the fancy number in the marksheet been the admission card to this life. Even though it does not matter once you step in, it matters for introduction for this life. Like any arranged marriage, where the bride serves tea to everyone and here people serve them in the one-page profile with full of colorful and hoping words. There is no gender bias. But yes, favoritism comes to picture on the gender selection. let’s not deviate the from the topic. But ideally, the rest of the life there does not depend on the first day impression. Yes, it does have referral like love marriages, and It has its own weightage.

Once you get inside the door, the drama unfolds. A lot of uncommitted relationship, in the name of peer/colleagues and their lifetime is always till the door. It brings again alive once you get inside there. It had its way of bringing color and live to everyone!

In my case, this life trained me to be competitive, laugh, cry, dance at joy and silent revenges sometimes. At all odds, even though I was alone, but I was not alone. The gossip world reminds you often that you are constantly observed and criticized. I learnt the power of influence with designations can have magical powers that does not need any black magic. The interesting life always throw up surprises with unexpected twists. Any moment new people pop in and old exists! But you never know what everyone has to offer. To silently observe and learn, there is a lot.

In the game of knowledge, power and politics, shining up is not that matter but still it matters! It makes you to search for that.

Even though it is known truth, the behind door life is temporary, but It never made me to feel that way. The wanting of being there is never ended. Is not amazing, a place gives a lot of stress with the combination of all emotions and pay for it.

I am just waiting to enter back to the magical doors!!

 

Saritha Subramanian

 

 

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