So I wanted to call this post very predictably if subtly – pink. But that made me think of the singer and surely this song is more mot juste.
It is true what they say – tough times do show you who your true friends are or at least all those people who genuinely like you. Like the IT guy who is sorry to see you go. Or the HR woman who says with a look of admiration on her face, ‘I’ve never met anyone like you before.’
This after I got the pink slip which is strangely enough not at all pink in colour, thank god. That would have depressed me.
So I took it calmly. My manager, a woman I intensely admire, had hinted about bad tidings in the future. A day before the axe fell, farewell mails from ex-colleagues across the globe, which ranged from the poignant to the prosaic, who shared the same profile as I did convinced me about what to expect.
But I still didn’t know how I’d react. Simply because such a thing had never happened before. I dressed up for the occassion (a thing I’ve rarely done at work) because I was damned if anyone pitied me. I wanted to face the guillotine with my queenly pride intact. I wanted to be gracious and easy and unconcerned. And look beautiful. Because that’s how I wanted to be remembered. But I still didn’t know if I would.
And while that is reason enough for me to fall in love with myself all over again, what I loved was the way an ex-cabmate and her husband became one of my closest friends in the span of an evening. And the way my concerned family kept calling me to reassure me that it would all be fine (even when I was/am surprisingly unstressed) and that they were there by my side. And the way my husband asked in shocked, confused tones, ‘You got laid?’ and made me laugh out loud. And the way friends at work hugged me with moist eyes. This when I’ve mostly been working from home. And the really sweet messages and mails I’ve been receiving from colleagues far-flung.
I shared stories of funny moments at Yahoo and Infy and people in general and laughed my head off with Gayathri and her husband L, who threw me an impromptu party replete with sweets, samosas, dhoklas, mutton stew, bread, tea, chocolates, flavoured yoghurt and inexhaustible liquor like Jägermeister. And without reservation gave me their i-pod charger. And even answered irate calls from my parents on my behalf. And at nearly 1 am, they followed me in their car as I rode home on my bike and they apologised to my mom for showing me a good time!
The kindness of strangers turned friends!
And since I was bitching to a new friend about how much I missed the internet and having a laptop, he decided that I ought not to suffer anymore without it and just brought home his Sony Vaio and a Tata Photon Plus data card and said, ‘Here.’
Just like that.
Who said life isn’t a party? 🙂