Scribblings... World is big or small

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Just as the chapter in Pune nears it's end, things that I waited for long are getting born...
So is born a new group in Infy, the UKG group. The group is a common platform for those who belong to the land of gods, Uttarakhand, and are working with Infosys. Had been searching for one such platform for my last four years stint in Infosys and ever since I was posted in Pune. And as fate has it, the group has come up with a bang and not any whimper, just recently...
"Recently" is the time when I am all set to pack my bags and move on from Pune, and explore some new places. When four years of hard effort has brought lot of fun, accolades, responsibility and fame (maybe I am also infamous in certain circles, but fine with me. God and Devil, incarnate, that I am).
And all I think of is "Oh my god! There were so many of us living in our own holes in Pune, never aware of the hole next door". Till now, I had only met Hemant and Gaurav, in Pune, who were actually my buddies back home and we were in contact since ever. And it always seemed that UK was limited to "us" in Pune.
Then came a realization while sitting at Jazz with Rajan and others. I came to know of Charu sirjee, who was working in same account (Department-sub department for the software challenged) as I. Gosh!!! Same account, same building, and never knew each other...
Seems like world is a very large place...

Or Is it?
It happened a couple of months back. I had an old school friend, Yogesh Pande (and as luck has it, he is from UK and we were both studying in same class in Bareilly). But after school we went our way and lost contact for almost seven years. I found him on FB and we got connected again. And lo!!! A discussion starts right there with another friend Eklavya, who asks outright that how do I know Yogesh. Eklavya was one of my best buddies during training in Mysore, and our knack for exploring new places made quite a tight bond. And as it turns out Yogesh was his college mate...
Seems like it's a very small world...

And I cannot make up my mind on whether it's a small world or a big one? Looking forward to the coming time, as the clock keeps ticking and I keep thinking... Some day I will find out...

P.S: Or is it that the space time fabric is actually turned over onto itself?

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