Tonight is Balu’s last night as our room-mate at #39 Michaelpalayam. In a few days, he is joining SP-Jain Dubai Singapore executive MBA program. It’s time finally to say good-bye.
Dude, I am not a farewell person. Probably because I don’t believe in farewells. I know, knowing you, that we’ll be in touch through whatever means of communication available to us, and we will reach out to meet each other whenever time presents us with a chance. Having said that, as a token of our friendship, for all the fun that we had together, for all the lengthy lectures that you’ve endured and all fitness sense that you’ve induced in us, I just want to dedicate some space on this blog for your thoughts, which you penned for all of us. I hope some later day, when we too will get busy with other things, if we feel the urge to look into the past to see what we had planned for our future, we can have a glimpse of this dream called Civilization. The person who coined the term Civilization.inc, you’ll always remain it’s first civilian member. So here goes:
We have a dream and we are ‘friends’. Friends who became so close and (I always overwrite :-)) that we will be so sad when we go different ways in life, which has been stereotyped by our forefathers and society.
The dream that we have and has is the title of this book. The purpose of writing this is to come close to the dream and hopefully live by it one day.
We know each other from college. Some of us by name and others even closer. Some were in the same class and some hi, bye and some due to various other reasons in college days.
But over a span a five months, this place called michaelpalya #39, 2nd floor has ignited our acquaintances to a realm of different thinking, understanding, caring, responsibility etc, another level (Mistakes 🙂 )
This is a journey that can be continued and embarked if we satisfy so many if’s and buts. Its questionable, turbulent, interesting moreover full of CIVILIZATION.
Join us to come and see our world and vision. Hold on and tighten your seatbelts.
To quote the mother of all cliche’s, “Hum dost the, hai or rahenge…. Hamesha…..”