A year ago, I got an opportunity to come and stay in the UK. The work that brought me here was on paper quite similar to what I had been doing for the last few years. But, this was my first step outside of the comfort zone of my place, my city and even my country.
Growing up in Kolkata (formerly Calcutta), West Bengal I was an ordinary boy with generic abilities in all spheres of life and had always been very interested in almost everything. Curious, yes maybe that's the correct word to describe. Like most kids of my age, I developed an acumen of having an opinion about almost everything and with the advent and growing accessibility of the internet and the evolution of the phenomenal Google, opining on any topic under the sun became one of my favorite pastimes. Though the audience sometimes (especially in the early days) was limited to just my parents who were more amazed on the very fact that their kid could speak and talk sense and they hardly ever cared about the content of my speech. Thus went past days with innumerable topics and further more such discussions among family, friends and any sundry gatherings.
As the clock ticked into my days on the desk, I found myself being a sought after analyst and a team man responsible to take care of sequentially ordered time and resources bound result oriented tasks. The curiosity had become a rewarding option and work with all it's gruesome side-effects wasn't too delirious for me.
And now, having spent 8 long years doing 80 different things at work and having traveled a bit I have settled down (for the time being) in the most cozy and efficient city of the world, London. All these years had me a very proud national and with sports and other (don't ask me what) happenings triggering the occasional spurts of patriotism, I have become a possessive critic of my nation and more so its nationals. To me my India is the greatest wannabe country in the world.
With this introduction, I just wanted to portray the preface of my blog to help build the context. Me the Indian outside India, the professionally equipped analyst with the help of the greatest analytic tool discovered by man, internet would every week try to paint a picture of something or the other to do with our great nation with facts, numbers and quotes.
Later for this week.
As the clock ticked into my days on the desk, I found myself being a sought after analyst and a team man responsible to take care of sequentially ordered time and resources bound result oriented tasks. The curiosity had become a rewarding option and work with all it's gruesome side-effects wasn't too delirious for me.
And now, having spent 8 long years doing 80 different things at work and having traveled a bit I have settled down (for the time being) in the most cozy and efficient city of the world, London. All these years had me a very proud national and with sports and other (don't ask me what) happenings triggering the occasional spurts of patriotism, I have become a possessive critic of my nation and more so its nationals. To me my India is the greatest wannabe country in the world.
With this introduction, I just wanted to portray the preface of my blog to help build the context. Me the Indian outside India, the professionally equipped analyst with the help of the greatest analytic tool discovered by man, internet would every week try to paint a picture of something or the other to do with our great nation with facts, numbers and quotes.
Later for this week.
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