Das Leben ist schön

Four months I’ve been working now, and just two days back I researched and wrote my own piece of code and the pride of having that approved for a module in our project was intense. For the past three months I’ve been working on already written code – just making minor adjustments for it’s betterment that’s all. Nothing greatly new. But this was a whole new bit, which is why it was a big deal when I explained what I had done, why I had done it and how I had done it. Had to deal with questions and put the application through wear and tear tests and it survived…so yes, I’m happy .

It’s been an exciting month, I should say. I was nominated for German classes at work, and I now know how to introduce myself in German and rattle off seven questions. Sehr gut, huh? It’s sooooo much fun learning a new language !! I’ve listened to German songs and watched German movies (my Dad made me watch ‘em as a kid) and been a fan of German composers (Beethoven and Carl Off specifically), and supported the German football team for fifteen years now and listened to all of the players’ interviews in their tongue (I’m so glad that now I can maybe even talk to them, if and when I meet them – excuse the fantasy world but I am entitled to it – in their own language…when they speak English it’s sexy…Michael Ballack…AH!). The classes now effectively take up three and a half hours of my time daily and I enjoy it profusely. This in turn means that I need to wake up twenty minutes earlier than usual in the morning and drag my sleepy butt to work so that I’m in my seat by 8:30 every morning, finish some work in half an hour, attend the classes, have lunch and return to my daily tasks, take a fifteen minute break around 4:30 if there’s no scheduled meeting, work till 6, have a tiny snack, leave if the work is done else get back to work or be part of a telecon with our enthusiastic German customers, do the wrap up tasks and get back home (around 9:30 for the past week). And I like it. I actually really do. I feel good because coming back at 10 from work means I’m tired enough to just drop into bed and slumber till awoken at 6:45 then next morning. So yes, Das Leben ist Guten.

I’ve been shifting more and more to the dark side now. The silent brooding thing is happening again. I remember when it happened once before…I think I’m headed there again. The last time I went through that phase I kept to myself a lot, and did all the figuring out…it worked out pretty fine for me… Look at me now. I think I turned out alright so I guess it’s fine to let things take their course. Dark…hehe.

I’ve already filled all applications (to some ten universities though I will ultimately be applying only to five); just waiting for some responses and documents now… I think that load’ll be off in another coupla weeks since I’ve already written out my SOP (=statement of purpose), which was the only big thing I needed to do, because it required a month of thinking, two days of writing and editing, and three reviews to be acceptable. Already begun planning what to buy, pack, not think about, blah blah…when to leave…As of now the plan is that I leave with my cousin in the last week of July or first week of August…A lotta time for that, but you can’t help thinking of this when your brother calls up and happily announces that now ‘four out of the six of us will be in the same counrty!!‘. The calling has begun…so it’s the transfer first – shifting to a new place within the country, to the adjoining state, and then moving away from home. The possibility of my parents and I living in our house together grows dimmer by the second and however sad that makes me I can’t help but say Das Leben ist schön.