Chutti.

Remember when it would rain so hard that you didnt have to go to school? Makes me smile . Even better were the days in undergrad when it would rain so hard that one had to be mad to plough his way through the slush and knee deep water to go to college, but we would, knowing that most likely classes would be cancelled, because some of us belonged to those who went to college not to attend classes but to hang out with friends. Eat samosa pav at the most unhygenic place in the world and dry out and chat and go back home only to eat some more and chat with the same people on phone some more.

Today at about 4:15 pm, as I was trying to kick off a simulations I got an error warning about not being able to proceed. After a few tries i call support and she says she will look into it and get back. Walking around the corridor i find a couple of more people having the same issue. We get some coffee chat laugh and I get back to my office and support calls at about 5 saying its not going to be fixed anytime this evening.

My delight at that is childlike. we give eachotehr highfives and I happily call coolboy who is working very hard and very angry at being disturbed with such childish happiness. But its the exact same feeling. I dont have to stay and finish. I can go home. I am free. Its a wonderful feeling because its so rare in a work environment.

Deep breaths, a broad smile, a free spirit. Chutti.