Friday was one of the most difficult days of my life. And it all started after it was over.

It was my last day working at Directi. Somehow, I did not do any real 'work'; I just didn't have the time for it. As soon as I got to office, I started on all the HR formalities and then went for a late lunch. And then I finally had the fun air-hockey session that I'd been wanting to do ever since I joined Directi in May of 2006. The internal and external 'farewell' mails took a bloody long while - one of the most difficult things I've done. And then it was time to go for my manager's Engagement & Sangeet ceremony.

Half way through the function after around midnight, when all my friends were dancing their asses off, I was suddenly hit by the dark cloud of sadness. I just wanted to get out of there and get back to office. I was desperate to leave right then! Didn't happen. People stuck around, I stuck around, we all ate, talked, waited and then finally left. Got back to office at around 2 and was sitting, sulking with my head hanging low, not talking to anyone. I really couldn't believe that this was it. I was living the past few days and enjoying everything like it was the last day of my life. Friday night I actually realized how the last day of my life would feel. I just did not want to leave. It sucked - BIG time!

I finally got done copying my personal data, and after a short session of consoling my weeping friend Su, I shut down my computer at 5:30 am. So I can visualize the place well when nostalgia strikes tomorrow, I took one final tour of the office. It was difficult - like a terminally ill kid feels when he's walking away from the one last wish of his life that had just come true. As I was telling people, even though I left a big piece of my heart back at Directi, the heart still grew immensely heavier as I walked away from there. I wish I could cry, because I really wanted to weep that night (day).

Geez. Last days suck.