Nostalgia is the word, as I sit here in my office for the last time. The G Blast Furnace, Tata Steel. SO many memories. Every person from the head to the bhayya who serves us chai(which we had about 6 to 7 times a day) have become people who will be hard to forget. The people who were here when we arrived, who finished their training before us and left, who got promoted and switched departments, who got admission into univs and left the place, who guided us, who helped, whose computers we started using like our own, who told us tales about their little ones, who treated us to parties and whom we treated back after our first pay check(oh did i not blog the day i got my first paycheck ?? :| ). There are all people who make this company and this department. Eight weeks have passed so quickly. When I came here, I didn't like the place, the room, the office, the people, the language. And then slowly we get comfortable where we are. That is my man survived all these years, adaptability