I hate Murphy!

Yes, it’s been long… Time for another post ha? The lazy me says… Oh c’mon… Laters… But the diligent I, allegiant to my blog says… ‘Go Shipra, Go… Pen down all the wonderful memories, and moments you want to treasure for a lifetime.’ Aha!

Naaa… the real reason is, ever since I started blogging, there have been archives for every month, but if I don’t update it soon, the April archive would be missing!! Now you know it all :D

For beginners, I am based out of San Francisco for my summer internship and I must say – It’s a lovely place and the city in general is very amicable. Let’s talk about my journey so far:

Week 1: Jet lagged?

Well… no… it was Jet, Set… Go! Work started Monday. Weekdays were good fun working with a well-knit team. Weekend was great. Visited some unheard of, but one of the most scenic places, viz. Sausalito.

Week 2: Settled? You wish!

Just when I thought, I knew it all, Murphy tricked me.

Week 2, Day 1: I decide to get to my client location all by myself. (Had been there the last week…)

And lo’… the Caltrain stopped at Mountain View, not ready to budge! Somehow I reach Sunnyvale… All it would ideally take to reach my destination from there, was a cab… But hello, did someone say that ‘a taxi in US is at your fingertips… just a phone call away’? I believe, they were miles away on the east coast! A nice 20 minute wait for the cab, when finally it came staggering and I got in without further delay… wait… the ordeal was not over yet… I reached the wrong location.

It was the client’s other location. Realization dawned upon me when I saw the buildings which were not the same one’s which I entered the last week… A frantic call to my team… but alas, it went into voicemail… O hell Murphy… I hate you so much… I could see the taxi exiting the campus gates… I could do nothing… It was too late…

Well, I enter the building, hoping to find some soul who could throw some light on the location, but alas Building ‘A’ had no receptionist. I parted with my manners for a while and barged into some random soul’s cabin and asked for directions. He was kind enough and showed me where the receptionist was. Building ‘D’ – that’s where she sits… Wow… what great logic!

She seemed like an angel to me right then, who could help me reach my true destination. Looking at my lost eyes, she knew what she needed to do… The cab arrived in another 10 minutes. I reached the place finally after a nice three hour long journey – almost twice the time, it would normally take. As I entered my team room, the smile on my face was that of a warrior, who had returned home victorious after an arduous battle!

Week 2, Day 2: Murphy strikes again…

Fed up of the ordeal, I decide to stay back at Milpitas for the next day. I pack a few apparels and head off to my office the next day. But alas, there aren’t any rooms available at none of the Hotels out there! I guess that’s San Francisco’s way of telling me that I need to come back again. The city misses me! :D

Now digressing from my Murphy tales, I must say… San Francisco is one of the most beautiful places on earth. But again… there’s no place as beautiful as my home back there in Mumbai.

After all, decorative red-wood and resplendent interiors can just make a grand house… there’s a lot more than that, that goes into making it a home.

Miss you Mumbai!

-Ships