It is going to be an outburst of pent-up feelings, strictly sub-rosa, which might indicate that I am in non-compos mentis. Those who are on the look out for masala romance and chest-thumping statements can please get off the train right now. I don’t have the power to criticize anyone nor do I have the guts to do any such formidable offence. These are just my own perceptions. So, please bear with me!!
Well then, to begin with,
The Nokia tone set as an alarm begins to ring. 1,2,3 reminders soon join the bandwagon. I get up the bed- infuriated to the hilt. Partly because of the disturbed sleep (by the way, I did not sleep for forty two hours at a stretch) and partly because I had a nightmare. Now, to be frank, such night mares are very common- at least for me. Anyways, we will come back to the topic lest you lose your interest in this crap. Extremely sorry, for I've a restless mind that hops from one topic to another till I've lost entirely what the topic of discussion actually was. So, please don’t get irritated and be patient with my slight deviations. So Folks, if your brain is not as dim as the electric bulb that struggles to illuminate my room due to lack of adequate voltage, you all might be smart enough to anticipate the reason of this arduous activity.
Well, I am here to share few of my experiences (depends whichever school of thought you belong to) in a company called "Hell". It was 25th of August and was supposed to be the first day of Pre-Process Training in the company. As it was my first day in the organization, I was pretty nervous and at the same time pretty enthusiastic. No, it was not because I was I was happy- not at all. It was solely because of the fact that I thought as if Uncle Fate (read"Mr.Destiny" or "Uncle God") had opened up new vistas for me to get a good-looking, simple girl, of my type. (Well, please do not jump over and panic, we will come to that very soon).
After taking bath consecutively twice (once with cold water followed by my favorite bodyspray), there I was, looking as fresh as ever. Put on formals (as I did not have any option), I took a glance at the mirror. Uffah!! bad hair, messy pimples, ugly scar marks entirely covering my face, dark skin, and to top the list- a ninety kg globe with a family-pack tummy- I was soon lost in my own thoughts. Wow! I had everything that is been looked down upon by so-called beautiful girls. No good looking girl will even see me- I had almost lost before the game even began. Oh God! why didn't you make me handsome?- I cried to myself. Anyways, not wasting much time, I left my home for the office.
The "first day" (whether it is in a school or college or job) is always memorable and I, being a human being is no exception. The training was to be scheduled to be in some hi-fi tech park inundated with the best infrastructure the present technology could provide. The training had to be conducted at the fifth floor- Training Room Number 5. I reached the venue well ahead of time only to find myself alone. Very soon, I could see guys entering the room one after another. Well, I wont give a detailed description of all the characters and consume voluminous printing-space thereby making your reading a tiresome experience. However, I will definitely make sure to introduce the main characters of our story. So, please tie your seat belts since we are all set to embark for the exciting journey of my tenure in Hell.
There were 20 people in the batch which included one trainer and 19 trainees like us. Knock! Knock! entered our trainer- "Raj". He was dressed in an off-white shirt and black trousers and had a so-called french beard. It wasn't difficult to assume that he was a fairly handsome guy in his late twenties. He had an infectious smile on his face which made him an amicable person. As soon as he started speaking, I felt as if I was an alien to this planet. He had an altogether different "ACCENT" which, according to me, was a herculian task to emulate. I thought to myself- "Where am I? What am I doing here? Will I ever be able to cope up with it? Am I the only person who has been gifted with this particular inability of effective communication?"- these questions flummoxed me. Soon as I was proved wrong as I heard other guys giving their self introduction. (Thank God, I wasn't the only one- I thought to myself)
Here we go! This was a good chance to know my colleagues and yes- fix my target. (I hope you know what I mean). On the extreme left was a beautiful girl. Oops - really sorry. The word "beautiful" would be an understatement for her. She was gorgeous. To put in other words, she looked like as if an Angel had descended on Earth. With a dark printed kurti and denim blue jeans, sans any make-up--- I could rightly say that she looked extremely beautiful. Her name was "Kuhu"and after her formal introduction I could conclude that she was fromDelhi Delhi
Next to her, there was this good looking girl who had a thirty-two all out smile. In a few minutes, I learnt that her name was "Sanjana" and she belonged to God's own country- Kerala. She was of a thin stature, donned in a simple salwar-kameez. She talked in a voice that was only audible to the person next to her and the trainer Raj.(Ever since I can remember, I had always been a back-bencher, and that day was no exception. So could not pay much attention to her words.)
Next to her- was a girl with an athletic physique.We came to know that her name was "Mahi". Her complexion was haze and it seemed as if she was sleep-deprived. I could hear from her conversation that she was from Ooty. She had her hair cut so that it reached exactly up to her neck- No make up, no lip gloss. But still she managed to look great. Perhaps it was her simplicity that made me close to her.A few times I noticed her fiddling with her hair, removing the hair clip and then clipping it . But frankly speaking, I still do not know why- she looked incredibly beautiful when she had her hair unclipped.For a nano second, I thought like insisting her to let her hair unclipped-- but alas! those were only wishes. I did n't want to be slapped on the first day of the training! (Ah! I thought to myself. Its going to be great. A girl from Mumbai, another from Kerala followed by the one from Ooty. Which among these is the best place to visit with my future girl-friend?) Soon, I was disturbed from my thoughts by the trainer.
Then there was a sweet little girl with big eyes. When I say " big", I really mean it. Her name was"Shristi". She seemed to be a fun-loving girl with a contagious smile. She was short in stature, thin as a stick, wheatish complexion, but there was something in her which was unique- her innocence. She seemed to have the naturalness and simplicity of a child. Dressed in light yellow salwar-kameez and brown sandals, she looked great. I could feel an instant touch of proximity with her. Why was it ?(I still do not know)
I could not miss the girl who was sitting close to me. I raised my head forgetting all the shyness for a nanosecond- only to have a glance at her. She had a sweet voice (later, I came to know that she was a trained singer). She had other striking features too- which made her quite unique in our batch. She had thick, ruffled hair- which was denser than the equatorial rain forests. She had a great sense of humor, which, by then, I was pretty sure of- because of the time to time empathetic giggles, chuckles, or laughter (please do not pay heed to my grammar). Her name was "Mrinal". She was a pretty talented persona. Upon being asked about her hobbies, she told that she knew singing, dancing, painting et al. It seemed as if our trainer Raj was really impressed with our batch- because all of the personalities I mentioned above, were Talented in one or the other way. Good Lord! I said to myself. What am I going to say about my hobbies. I am after all a good-for-nothing chap. Alas! if I could have been good at something, I could have impressed someone in this training room- I thought to myself.
Raj saw me and gave me a mischievous grin. Whether he read my mind or sensed it from my body language is still a conundrum for me. Hold on folks: Let me give you a brief introduction about Raj. He was our trainer in Hell (well, that is a kind of formal introduction). Coming to the personal front, he was an extremely versatile, down-to-earth human being. He had a contagious smile (as I had already mentioned earlier), was a very good mind-reader- rather a keen observer. Took less than a few minutes to scan you in and out and to top the list- he was a hard-core optimist. He had a solution to every problem you encounter (be it professional or personal). Hats off Raj. Proud to be your trainee.(Sorry folks, for we deviated from our topic of discussion.)
Anyways, by then, I had realized that Shristi and Mrinal had already become good friends. Perhaps, they had many similarities- both of them were committed (read- "were already booked in advance by their respective boyfriends), both of them were from the same educational background, and to top the list- both of them were a bunch of laughter therapy in high dozes. Every now and then, anyone could find them cracking jokes and madly laughing at silly little things.
The next one in the queue was "Saswati". She was the one who was sitting the very next to me. She had a charming outlook and seemed to be very friendly. A confident sounding voice with an eagerness to learn with a straight-forward attitude was enough to draw me an inch closer to her. She was very friendly with me right on the first day of the training itself. Moreover, she was really safe, since she was married to the person whom she loved more than her life. Still do not know why, but, I could sense a good friend and an innocent, cute heart in her as soon as she began with her words.
I am sorry friends. How the hell did I miss it? I did not introduce you all to a very special person in our batch. Yes, you got it right. Her name was"Richa". She had a great sense of humor- but her attitude was pretty different (a little brazen) from the rest of the group. She was a chess-champion (be aware- people who are good at chess are very tactful and play really safe). However, she was stark opposite. She was extremely friendly, cracked jokes every now and then, and by then, had managed to grab the attention of the entire batch (in general) and Raj and me (in particular) because of her smartness and fun-loving nature. She was amicable to the core and within a few minutes had made (or rather created a Gang- Richa's gang)- which comprised of John, Sandy and Ryan, apart from her.
On being asked to give a formal introduction- I found all the members of her gang- almost of the same wavelength of her. "John" seemed to be quite (but was like quick sand). The guys sitting next to John were having a hard time suppressing their laughter. Once characteristic feature that moved me an inch closer to John was that- he was food-loving. I wont dare to call him a gourmet or gourmand (please excuse my vocabulary), but it seemed as if he had greatly developed and refined taste-buds as of mine. He had a typical accent (which sounded stylish and fascinating to me)--- in the end, I could say that- I felt - Alas! I could speak like him. Even Raj was equally excited after speaking with John.
Next to him was the DJ of our batch- "Sandy". Watching him closely from the other end of the training room, I could sense that he was a man of uncontrollable laughter- with perhaps the best sense of humor. By then, he had made fun of almost every individual present in the class.He was a happy-go-lucky kinda boy who seemed to be enjoying the training to the hilt. He was successful enough to showcase his funny bone- and made the entire batch burst into laughter by his incomparable sense of humor. Ten of ten Sandy, Get going.
Sitting at close proximity to him was "Ryan". He was a Manglorian who recently completed his engineering degree from a very reputed college. (What is this guy doing in Hell?- I thought to myself). But, to give a bit of my mind, he was exceptionally different-- yes- you heard it right-- different from all others in our batch. He had a get-up which I bet, is almost impossible to emulate. Messy hair, grown beard, a printed tee-shirt with a faded jeans and a blue-stripped sweater. Such was the outside of Ryan. It seemed as if he lived life (or rather preferred to) in his own terms. He did n't care staying in anyone's good book or bad book. Perhaps- that is called "Attitude"- I guess. He was a sport in real sense. Gifted with artistic fingers, I wondered, if he was born to be an artist. He had a magnetism in his art. It had just been a few hours our training had started, his note-pad was already inundated with pencil sketches of various characters (in reel and real life)- which is beyond the power of my adjectives to describe. But that did not deter him from having a blast with his close group of friends. Nice one Ryan! Get going.
Then, there was a lady who had been listening to every individual with great patience. Upon being asked by Raj, I came to know that her name was"Christi". I could literally sense maturity, strength and righteousness in her character. She was married and it so seemed from her words that she loved her husband and her kids to the core. (well, its obvious- isn't it?).
By now, I was finding the training really interesting-- simply because I was getting to know different individuals from different walks of life, from different fields, but all, at the same process. It was the turn for "Marc" now. (Well folks, let me confess that Marc is one of the funniest characters in this story, which in due course of time, you all will come to know). As of then, what I loved about Marc was that though he was well versed in literature ( he wrote a couple of short stories and plays), there wasn't a scintilla of Ego in him. That was the best part. He had the capability to tickle your funny bone and make you burst into laughter- even at things, which had nothing to be laughed at. This was evident from his body language. I, somehow, liked him the moment I saw him. A friendly, humorous person he was- known for some weird and zany concepts- that drew everyone an inch closer to him.
It seemed as if Raj wasn't done with his formal intros yet. The next person in the pipeline was"Snehali". She came from engineering background (sorry, we are n't here to discuss the academic potentials). But yes, she had the million dollar smile for which I fell an inch close to her the instant I saw her. To add it, she was an accomplished virtuoso ( a trained classical dancer). Te best part about her nature was her attitude. I still wonder what made her so modest and down-to-earth. By that time, I had seen her quite number of times, looking at me. And every time she saw me, she smiled. God!! that made me crazy. I like girls who wear a smile on their face.
The next person was a sweet girl (very talkative- God! did I say that?). Her name was "Mary". She was a girl who seemed to be fun-loving and by then, had developed a strong Fevicol bond ( or rather "Ionic Bond" in the language of chemistry) with Shristi and Mrinal. It seemed as if three of them were having a ball. The funniest part was - upon being asked which guy did she like in our batch and why-- she replied in a single breathe- "Ryan's name". The batch (including Raj) burst into laughter and within a split second, it grew into a collective shudder. (No offence Ryan and Mary- if you ever read this crap--- You guys know me- right?)
So... that was it. There were a few extra participants though. Well, due to security reasons, can't dare to list their names here. But I will surely talk about them in the times to come, or whenever the exigencies of the situation demands. Anyways, altogether it was a great thing to meet and interact with new friends (sorry- "colleagues"- please excuse my grammar)....................... to be continued.
Well then, to begin with,
The Nokia tone set as an alarm begins to ring. 1,2,3 reminders soon join the bandwagon. I get up the bed- infuriated to the hilt. Partly because of the disturbed sleep (by the way, I did not sleep for forty two hours at a stretch) and partly because I had a nightmare. Now, to be frank, such night mares are very common- at least for me. Anyways, we will come back to the topic lest you lose your interest in this crap. Extremely sorry, for I've a restless mind that hops from one topic to another till I've lost entirely what the topic of discussion actually was. So, please don’t get irritated and be patient with my slight deviations. So Folks, if your brain is not as dim as the electric bulb that struggles to illuminate my room due to lack of adequate voltage, you all might be smart enough to anticipate the reason of this arduous activity.
Well, I am here to share few of my experiences (depends whichever school of thought you belong to) in a company called "Hell". It was 25th of August and was supposed to be the first day of Pre-Process Training in the company. As it was my first day in the organization, I was pretty nervous and at the same time pretty enthusiastic. No, it was not because I was I was happy- not at all. It was solely because of the fact that I thought as if Uncle Fate (read"Mr.Destiny" or "Uncle God") had opened up new vistas for me to get a good-looking, simple girl, of my type. (Well, please do not jump over and panic, we will come to that very soon).
After taking bath consecutively twice (once with cold water followed by my favorite bodyspray), there I was, looking as fresh as ever. Put on formals (as I did not have any option), I took a glance at the mirror. Uffah!! bad hair, messy pimples, ugly scar marks entirely covering my face, dark skin, and to top the list- a ninety kg globe with a family-pack tummy- I was soon lost in my own thoughts. Wow! I had everything that is been looked down upon by so-called beautiful girls. No good looking girl will even see me- I had almost lost before the game even began. Oh God! why didn't you make me handsome?- I cried to myself. Anyways, not wasting much time, I left my home for the office.
The "first day" (whether it is in a school or college or job) is always memorable and I, being a human being is no exception. The training was to be scheduled to be in some hi-fi tech park inundated with the best infrastructure the present technology could provide. The training had to be conducted at the fifth floor- Training Room Number 5. I reached the venue well ahead of time only to find myself alone. Very soon, I could see guys entering the room one after another. Well, I wont give a detailed description of all the characters and consume voluminous printing-space thereby making your reading a tiresome experience. However, I will definitely make sure to introduce the main characters of our story. So, please tie your seat belts since we are all set to embark for the exciting journey of my tenure in Hell.
There were 20 people in the batch which included one trainer and 19 trainees like us. Knock! Knock! entered our trainer- "Raj". He was dressed in an off-white shirt and black trousers and had a so-called french beard. It wasn't difficult to assume that he was a fairly handsome guy in his late twenties. He had an infectious smile on his face which made him an amicable person. As soon as he started speaking, I felt as if I was an alien to this planet. He had an altogether different "ACCENT" which, according to me, was a herculian task to emulate. I thought to myself- "Where am I? What am I doing here? Will I ever be able to cope up with it? Am I the only person who has been gifted with this particular inability of effective communication?"- these questions flummoxed me. Soon as I was proved wrong as I heard other guys giving their self introduction. (Thank God, I wasn't the only one- I thought to myself)
Here we go! This was a good chance to know my colleagues and yes- fix my target. (I hope you know what I mean). On the extreme left was a beautiful girl. Oops - really sorry. The word "beautiful" would be an understatement for her. She was gorgeous. To put in other words, she looked like as if an Angel had descended on Earth. With a dark printed kurti and denim blue jeans, sans any make-up--- I could rightly say that she looked extremely beautiful. Her name was "Kuhu"and after her formal introduction I could conclude that she was from
Next to her, there was this good looking girl who had a thirty-two all out smile. In a few minutes, I learnt that her name was "Sanjana" and she belonged to God's own country- Kerala. She was of a thin stature, donned in a simple salwar-kameez. She talked in a voice that was only audible to the person next to her and the trainer Raj.(Ever since I can remember, I had always been a back-bencher, and that day was no exception. So could not pay much attention to her words.)
Next to her- was a girl with an athletic physique.We came to know that her name was "Mahi". Her complexion was haze and it seemed as if she was sleep-deprived. I could hear from her conversation that she was from Ooty. She had her hair cut so that it reached exactly up to her neck- No make up, no lip gloss. But still she managed to look great. Perhaps it was her simplicity that made me close to her.A few times I noticed her fiddling with her hair, removing the hair clip and then clipping it . But frankly speaking, I still do not know why- she looked incredibly beautiful when she had her hair unclipped.For a nano second, I thought like insisting her to let her hair unclipped-- but alas! those were only wishes. I did n't want to be slapped on the first day of the training! (Ah! I thought to myself. Its going to be great. A girl from Mumbai, another from Kerala followed by the one from Ooty. Which among these is the best place to visit with my future girl-friend?) Soon, I was disturbed from my thoughts by the trainer.
Then there was a sweet little girl with big eyes. When I say " big", I really mean it. Her name was"Shristi". She seemed to be a fun-loving girl with a contagious smile. She was short in stature, thin as a stick, wheatish complexion, but there was something in her which was unique- her innocence. She seemed to have the naturalness and simplicity of a child. Dressed in light yellow salwar-kameez and brown sandals, she looked great. I could feel an instant touch of proximity with her. Why was it ?(I still do not know)
I could not miss the girl who was sitting close to me. I raised my head forgetting all the shyness for a nanosecond- only to have a glance at her. She had a sweet voice (later, I came to know that she was a trained singer). She had other striking features too- which made her quite unique in our batch. She had thick, ruffled hair- which was denser than the equatorial rain forests. She had a great sense of humor, which, by then, I was pretty sure of- because of the time to time empathetic giggles, chuckles, or laughter (please do not pay heed to my grammar). Her name was "Mrinal". She was a pretty talented persona. Upon being asked about her hobbies, she told that she knew singing, dancing, painting et al. It seemed as if our trainer Raj was really impressed with our batch- because all of the personalities I mentioned above, were Talented in one or the other way. Good Lord! I said to myself. What am I going to say about my hobbies. I am after all a good-for-nothing chap. Alas! if I could have been good at something, I could have impressed someone in this training room- I thought to myself.
Raj saw me and gave me a mischievous grin. Whether he read my mind or sensed it from my body language is still a conundrum for me. Hold on folks: Let me give you a brief introduction about Raj. He was our trainer in Hell (well, that is a kind of formal introduction). Coming to the personal front, he was an extremely versatile, down-to-earth human being. He had a contagious smile (as I had already mentioned earlier), was a very good mind-reader- rather a keen observer. Took less than a few minutes to scan you in and out and to top the list- he was a hard-core optimist. He had a solution to every problem you encounter (be it professional or personal). Hats off Raj. Proud to be your trainee.(Sorry folks, for we deviated from our topic of discussion.)
Anyways, by then, I had realized that Shristi and Mrinal had already become good friends. Perhaps, they had many similarities- both of them were committed (read- "were already booked in advance by their respective boyfriends), both of them were from the same educational background, and to top the list- both of them were a bunch of laughter therapy in high dozes. Every now and then, anyone could find them cracking jokes and madly laughing at silly little things.
The next one in the queue was "Saswati". She was the one who was sitting the very next to me. She had a charming outlook and seemed to be very friendly. A confident sounding voice with an eagerness to learn with a straight-forward attitude was enough to draw me an inch closer to her. She was very friendly with me right on the first day of the training itself. Moreover, she was really safe, since she was married to the person whom she loved more than her life. Still do not know why, but, I could sense a good friend and an innocent, cute heart in her as soon as she began with her words.
I am sorry friends. How the hell did I miss it? I did not introduce you all to a very special person in our batch. Yes, you got it right. Her name was"Richa". She had a great sense of humor- but her attitude was pretty different (a little brazen) from the rest of the group. She was a chess-champion (be aware- people who are good at chess are very tactful and play really safe). However, she was stark opposite. She was extremely friendly, cracked jokes every now and then, and by then, had managed to grab the attention of the entire batch (in general) and Raj and me (in particular) because of her smartness and fun-loving nature. She was amicable to the core and within a few minutes had made (or rather created a Gang- Richa's gang)- which comprised of John, Sandy and Ryan, apart from her.
On being asked to give a formal introduction- I found all the members of her gang- almost of the same wavelength of her. "John" seemed to be quite (but was like quick sand). The guys sitting next to John were having a hard time suppressing their laughter. Once characteristic feature that moved me an inch closer to John was that- he was food-loving. I wont dare to call him a gourmet or gourmand (please excuse my vocabulary), but it seemed as if he had greatly developed and refined taste-buds as of mine. He had a typical accent (which sounded stylish and fascinating to me)--- in the end, I could say that- I felt - Alas! I could speak like him. Even Raj was equally excited after speaking with John.
Next to him was the DJ of our batch- "Sandy". Watching him closely from the other end of the training room, I could sense that he was a man of uncontrollable laughter- with perhaps the best sense of humor. By then, he had made fun of almost every individual present in the class.He was a happy-go-lucky kinda boy who seemed to be enjoying the training to the hilt. He was successful enough to showcase his funny bone- and made the entire batch burst into laughter by his incomparable sense of humor. Ten of ten Sandy, Get going.
Sitting at close proximity to him was "Ryan". He was a Manglorian who recently completed his engineering degree from a very reputed college. (What is this guy doing in Hell?- I thought to myself). But, to give a bit of my mind, he was exceptionally different-- yes- you heard it right-- different from all others in our batch. He had a get-up which I bet, is almost impossible to emulate. Messy hair, grown beard, a printed tee-shirt with a faded jeans and a blue-stripped sweater. Such was the outside of Ryan. It seemed as if he lived life (or rather preferred to) in his own terms. He did n't care staying in anyone's good book or bad book. Perhaps- that is called "Attitude"- I guess. He was a sport in real sense. Gifted with artistic fingers, I wondered, if he was born to be an artist. He had a magnetism in his art. It had just been a few hours our training had started, his note-pad was already inundated with pencil sketches of various characters (in reel and real life)- which is beyond the power of my adjectives to describe. But that did not deter him from having a blast with his close group of friends. Nice one Ryan! Get going.
Then, there was a lady who had been listening to every individual with great patience. Upon being asked by Raj, I came to know that her name was"Christi". I could literally sense maturity, strength and righteousness in her character. She was married and it so seemed from her words that she loved her husband and her kids to the core. (well, its obvious- isn't it?).
By now, I was finding the training really interesting-- simply because I was getting to know different individuals from different walks of life, from different fields, but all, at the same process. It was the turn for "Marc" now. (Well folks, let me confess that Marc is one of the funniest characters in this story, which in due course of time, you all will come to know). As of then, what I loved about Marc was that though he was well versed in literature ( he wrote a couple of short stories and plays), there wasn't a scintilla of Ego in him. That was the best part. He had the capability to tickle your funny bone and make you burst into laughter- even at things, which had nothing to be laughed at. This was evident from his body language. I, somehow, liked him the moment I saw him. A friendly, humorous person he was- known for some weird and zany concepts- that drew everyone an inch closer to him.
It seemed as if Raj wasn't done with his formal intros yet. The next person in the pipeline was"Snehali". She came from engineering background (sorry, we are n't here to discuss the academic potentials). But yes, she had the million dollar smile for which I fell an inch close to her the instant I saw her. To add it, she was an accomplished virtuoso ( a trained classical dancer). Te best part about her nature was her attitude. I still wonder what made her so modest and down-to-earth. By that time, I had seen her quite number of times, looking at me. And every time she saw me, she smiled. God!! that made me crazy. I like girls who wear a smile on their face.
The next person was a sweet girl (very talkative- God! did I say that?). Her name was "Mary". She was a girl who seemed to be fun-loving and by then, had developed a strong Fevicol bond ( or rather "Ionic Bond" in the language of chemistry) with Shristi and Mrinal. It seemed as if three of them were having a ball. The funniest part was - upon being asked which guy did she like in our batch and why-- she replied in a single breathe- "Ryan's name". The batch (including Raj) burst into laughter and within a split second, it grew into a collective shudder. (No offence Ryan and Mary- if you ever read this crap--- You guys know me- right?)
So... that was it. There were a few extra participants though. Well, due to security reasons, can't dare to list their names here. But I will surely talk about them in the times to come, or whenever the exigencies of the situation demands. Anyways, altogether it was a great thing to meet and interact with new friends (sorry- "colleagues"- please excuse my grammar)....................... to be continued.
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