Pappu aur Puppy ki Kehani...

Suno suno suno,
WIMWI gaaon mein kal laddoo aur barfi ki jegah pappu aur puppy baate gaye.
kuch log khush hue, kuch khafa reh gaye.
yeh hai mere ek dost ki kehani.
aur choonki angrez gaye per angrezi chodh gaye, isliye aage ki kehani angrezi mein.

I am happy for Syko. Very happy. She got a pappu [PPO-pre placement offer] from a good company. Frankly I wasn't very surprised. I have worked closely with her for one year, and in as much as I observed, she is a fighter to the core.
Exactly the kind of fighter I love to work with. Not the one who pretends to be working. Rather, a person on whom you can rely. She has a gift of seeing the whole picture and writing very good conclusions. By the time the subsmision deadlines would come, our enthu would wither away. But I remember her waking up early morning to give those finishing touches. The kind of touches that could make Johnny Lever resemble Johnny Depp.

Working together, I think we developed a very good rapport. But it was only recently that I gave her a treat that had been due since Dec last. And it was a treat for both of us. She lent me her ears, clean and eager. I could empty my heart out, without wondering whether I was looking like a nerd, sento or mentally-impaired, emotionally-challenged guy. May be, I did bear resemblance to all of these, but it didn't matter.
We had an interesting bitching session, and I talked about many people I hate. I also talked about the secret I had been fiercely guarding - the closing of the chapter with Sweety. It wasn't easy to talk about, and very difficult to explain. But I guess I did talk a lot. Of my weakness, my fondness, and other doubts. And I felt at ease talking all that.

Quite unlike the discomfort that only-acquaintances' poking questions bring. Sometimes, I have no answer to the stupid question, "Do you have a g/f?". I know that if I say no, they will remind me of some of those things from the past, which I don't want to think about, least of all in their presence. And I definitely do not want to explain to them how and why it happened.
So I stay mum, and let them take the implications the way they want to. Either way it doesn't matter to me.

I have also good friends among the group which got Puppy[PPI - pre placement interview] or nothing. In fact, I already am in the latter group. It isn't really my life-or-death topic.
CoffeeMate didn't get the PPO. He might have been a little upset, but I guess he must have been busy with his work as well. I didn't really talk to him about it, because we have had a conversation before. Moreover, I hate when people serve me sympathy laced in sugar-coated words. I feel like kicking the nuts out of them, but I haven't tried it yet. I have tried giving them the silent-treatment. Pretend that you have swallowed a mouthful of Quickfix, and try to answer everything using nods. If they get the hint, good. Otherwise, try the kicking stunt.

Time to study the next case involving a company embroiled in deep HR issues.