parting is such sweet sorrow

am packing up and moving to another office this weekend.......having spent less than two years in this office this place has a special place in my heart.....seeing ayesha alam and other pretty things occasionally in the lift like aunties on fire

cartons ready to be moved to the new office with a look of sadness all around thanks to me the big mouth who had to pick a fight with the landlord, the episode very brief actually..... i gave him the finger and a 2 month notice confirming that i would rather spit on his office than see his sorry ass for the another year the illmannered piece of shit that he is....all i asked him was that the chairs that he had given us needed repair or replacement and he assumed that he would get away by telling me that i did not know how to use them making me lose my cool like i have never done before....

this office has been good for me and my colleagues and we had loads of fun.....me....a central character that enacted brief skits of our favourite customers that even had me in split of laughter the best performances having been saved to an audio library for posterity

why is that one feels so hard to part with things and then not even look back at all....moving from the US was painful but the day i landed in karachi it was like landing on another planet hence always feeling that bridges and ships have been burnt......then moving from one job to the next eight years yes eight years what in the f'ing world was i thinking...then another office move two years ago and now this...and another move written in the stars next month....

so aptly put by the poet that sab thaat para reh javay gaaa