Jagamum naan Ahamum naan

 Yesterday, I completed 15 years with my company. I do remember distinctively the day I attended the big first day session in a hall in Coimbatore where we were handed over our welcome kit and I was elated. First job, fresh out of college certainly has its charms. I got a fancy numbered employee ID with the company. And I remember telling my friends that it is an easy number to remember. After 15 years, it is etched into my brain and it is still a fancy number to me. At that time, I wasn't too oriented towards what  I want to become because I was still in cloud nine of being independent.  Out of these 15, last 9 has been with the same project where I grew and Dewy grew. And in fact these 9 years has been totally because of 2 women - Mom and Dewy. It has been a roller coaster ride. Mom supported me through everything with work (all late nights) , with Dewy and my home. Dewy adjusted her best she could when we moved to a new country. To sound cliché, I did have few good managers who

Dear Home Room Teacher,  Thanks a lot for the feedback that we didn't hit our usual average of naughty things and hence there is nothing to talk about. I didn't realize that it is so despicable to talk to me but considering our poor performance I can't expect more. Surprisingly I was also informed by other distressed parents that they also got the same message. Looks like the bearable average has increased post COVID home schooling. Considering you have lesser pranksters to meet, can you please open school tomorrow? I have gotten used to productive work from 9 to 4 and would like to get that back instead of hearing really bad jokes and poked and prodded asking tab time right when I have to present in the meeting. With undiluted respect, Mommy