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Website design By BotEap.comBack in ’99, a small car like the Maruti 800 was still a legend. Manpreet’s aunt’s same old car came in handy when Sexy Devee, TD Suraj and I drove her car to the Satyam Technology Center in Badourpally for the last day of our roaming division’s annual seminar. The return trip, in particular, turned out to be an unforgettable experience for all of us.

Website design By BotEap.comNot wanting to miss out on an opportunity to have a good time at STC it was quite natural for us to be excited and to be at the seminar, attended by many clients and spearheaded by our bossy old man named GG Howdy, where he lip The lunch that was arranged next to the Club House pool was another icing on the cake of our extraordinary life at Satyam.

Website design By BotEap.comI clicked on several photos of our clients enjoying snacks by the pool with my Canon SLR Junior camera. (It’s not about trendy ‘selfies’ or wasting time on Facebook these days.) Now, when I think back to those days, I can’t help but be completely buoyed up by remembering the kind of dedication we brought to our work and the sense of great congeniality we’ve had.

Website design By BotEap.comClients were happy and optimistic about the type of computing we provided; they made sure to recognize you at the annual seminar we hold at our Satyam Club House, a specialized retreat for IT professionals to get together, talk business and enjoy. It was all a great pleasure! Satyam offered them everything from zero serve to finish. A finished product, with all its essential goodies, is what customers always love to talk about and appreciate. We were all one big happy house of professionals sharing a delicious lunch there on the well-cut green lawn.

Website design By BotEap.comDriven by my Manpreet, the tiny trophy car was his best traveling companion. Evidently he was enjoying driving his car back to town that day on the old and neglected highway. As we approached the signal point at the 8-point intersection near the old airport terminal, he hit the brake pedal so hard and the resulting sound of hot tires below gave us all, one of us in the car, a sharp jolt, and we tossed forward and then backward like daisies in the wind! I was sitting in the front with Manpreet at the wheel and TD Suraj and Sexy Devee were in the back with their hearts in their mouths! After we came to a screeching stop, tires screeching and tires burning, Manpreet looked at us one by one and said: “What?” before adding mischievously, “Kaisa laga?” His characteristic smiling Buddha smile appeared on his face, which widened majestically to expose his well-groomed oral piano, his ivory teeth, all gleaming together!

Website design By BotEap.comI quickly turned to look at Sexy Devee and TD Suraj and saw them giggling their way to glory! I couldn’t resist the urge to laugh like a child too.

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Website design By BotEap.comHe was obviously sitting uncomfortably on his big butt and was feeling very amused with himself. He was a good sportsman no doubt. I, in turn, was finding it extremely difficult to control my goofy amusement at seeing him reeling in sheer discomfort and was fighting very hard not to burst out laughing! Somehow I controlled myself.

Website design By BotEap.comMy bike wouldn’t move. It wouldn’t be a budget at all; the engine screamed an almighty growl as if traumatized by this sudden huge overload on its rear end; her unexpected misery! He was taken aback by the unfolding scene thinking: why didn’t the bike move? If Manpreet stops feeling funny about himself and stops being unstable and all that, then maybe we can make a move. And thank God he was still able to stifle my laughter into my equally horrified pair of lungs. We knew we’d be late for the movie!

Website design By BotEap.comManpreet’s ample abdomen protruding from his powerful legs, which just happened to be spread wide in the passenger seat, had kept me totally amused! It was quite a hassle for him to adjust and rearrange himself in the little elongated seat of my Splendor. But luckily, nothing seemed to have worried him more once he found himself on my bike in a state of delicious discomfort. He soon settled into the backseat like a colossal pygmy with a maroon pugree he often wore to the office around his head. I thought it would be so much fun if someone took a picture of the two of us traveling on Raj Bhavan Road without worrying about a thing!

Website design By BotEap.comHe knew that his discrepancy would in no way deter him from enjoying the ride to Skyline. Rather, I had to be extra cautious riding the two of them; giving a wide detour wherever possible to the rushing traffic movement on the roads as we merrily touched our way through the 5 point junction via Raj Bhavan Road. It was fun. We passed the Nizam’s Club on the left and were on the stadium slip road on the right and taking a quick short cut that lay alongside a flyover under construction we arrived at the famous Skyline cinema where the new English films They were a staple. Thanks to Manpreet and my riding skills, the ride here was a lot of fun. I knew that one day I would count this outing as that set of memories that are never forgotten.

Website design By BotEap.comThat was the first and only time we went to the cinema together during our long and wonderful years of working in one of the unforgettable and truly great branches of Satyam: Tesser Tower.

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Website design By BotEap.comSkyline is not far from where Arinvan first met his lucky pet Shruti T., his candid persona from his college years. A little way from where he went to see a movie with his colleague Manpreet is where he had his brief but precious dining experience with Shruti and her friend at the acclaimed Alex’s Kitchen.

Website design By BotEap.comAlex’s Kitchen, the place had never been forgotten after the first and only lovely meeting Shruti and I had there. Forgotten in the sense that I never felt able to dine there again or mention our little date to anyone after she left. Never before, never after, but until now. That little paradise of a place had been sanctified to the dazzling memory of Arinvan’s love for Shruti. To speak of her to anyone, as Arinvan had believed, would have spoiled the sanctity of the only memory he still had of her. She was very special: her voice, her smile, her eyes, her laugh that she had heard on the phone was special. She didn’t want to share her love story with anyone; maybe that was the only way she wanted to keep him private from any unwanted scrutiny. During those days, she was everything Arinvan had dreamed of her to be. She cultivated Shruti in her heart as a precious little jewel so that no one would steal it from her. And these days her voice still rings in her ears and those old sepia-tinted memories come flooding in from time to time.