As the Phoenix burns...

We close another year of our lives and brace ourselves to welcome the new one, all i can see is the impending arrival of the year of reckoning,.
This will be my last year of study (fingers crossed :p), and i shall begin in earnest my professional life. which will be my identity for the next, i don't know, 20 something years and this will be if the worst comes to worst.
My dreams are known to those closest to me, and if you don't know them, then maybe i haven't found it in my heart to tell you. Ask me and i shall tell you...or maybe not.
I sincerely hope you would find it worth your while to keep in touh with me and if not, i really really hope that i will want to keep in touch with you.
Infosys BPO was kind enough to want me and i shall keep my intention of being with you, barring an offer which literally blows my mind...
This year brought its trials and tribulations and looking back i think i have acquitted myself well.
Resolutions for the new year: Be kinder to my juniors, help someone be a little better and leave something of value as i move on.
My only question to each and everyone of you as i stop this rather concise post.
"What are we leaving behind as our phoenix burns?"

Comments

  1. ArijitJanuary 14, 2012 at 10:50 AM

    Chalo finally you are in the same page as me...you just dont get legacies, you have to work on it mate!!!

    Well written Borun Da:)

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