I have already written about my visit to Ahmedabad for participating in a felicitation of ex staff of Baroda Academy at Ahmedabad. I was to leave the day after the ceremony. However as my flight was in the afternoon, I decided to visit the office (Bank of Baroda Institute of Information Technology - BOBIIT) in Gandhinagar from where I had retired in 2010. Mr. Lakhmani who is currently heading the Institute was also present at the ceremony at Ahmedabad and was kind enough to extend an invitation to me to visit the place.
The visit was quite nostalgic. As you take the highway to Gandhinagar, you can already feel the city within you and around you. It is a serene place with lots of greenery, wide roads, and a population density that is remarkably lower than most other state capitals. There is none of the hustle-bustle, traffic congestion or the rush that you would expect and experience in most other capitals. I savored the familiar sights as we approached BOBIIT. The roads were being resurfaced at quite a few places.
This was the place which helped me slowly decelerate and come to a smooth halt in my working life. Had I continued at the Corporate Office of the Bank at Mumbai, it would have probably been a screeching and grinding halt given the pace of life there.
My old friends Hari Singh and Manishaben Tripathi were waiting right at the entrance of the building and we greeted each other heartily. They escorted me to the second floor housing the TC.
The building at Gandhinagar belongs to the Bank itself and houses a branch and a zonal Training Center apart from BOBIIT. The building is under renovation and being remodeled. Luckily the Training Center did not have any training running on that particular day and this afforded me a chance to chit chat with my friends. My young friend Rambhai who now works in a different department also called upon me there and it was a great pleasure to meet him in person after a long long time.
Haribhai and Manishaben showed my around the building and the changes that were being implemented. Later Mr. Lakhmani at BOBIIT invited me to meet a group of young officers who were undergoing training there. It was a real pleasure meeting the young and bright officers. I felt that my pension was in safe hands and shared the thought with them.
Soon it was time to leave for the airport. The flight back to Lucknow was eventless.
The visit was quite nostalgic. As you take the highway to Gandhinagar, you can already feel the city within you and around you. It is a serene place with lots of greenery, wide roads, and a population density that is remarkably lower than most other state capitals. There is none of the hustle-bustle, traffic congestion or the rush that you would expect and experience in most other capitals. I savored the familiar sights as we approached BOBIIT. The roads were being resurfaced at quite a few places.
This was the place which helped me slowly decelerate and come to a smooth halt in my working life. Had I continued at the Corporate Office of the Bank at Mumbai, it would have probably been a screeching and grinding halt given the pace of life there.
My old friends Hari Singh and Manishaben Tripathi were waiting right at the entrance of the building and we greeted each other heartily. They escorted me to the second floor housing the TC.
The building at Gandhinagar belongs to the Bank itself and houses a branch and a zonal Training Center apart from BOBIIT. The building is under renovation and being remodeled. Luckily the Training Center did not have any training running on that particular day and this afforded me a chance to chit chat with my friends. My young friend Rambhai who now works in a different department also called upon me there and it was a great pleasure to meet him in person after a long long time.
Haribhai and Manishaben showed my around the building and the changes that were being implemented. Later Mr. Lakhmani at BOBIIT invited me to meet a group of young officers who were undergoing training there. It was a real pleasure meeting the young and bright officers. I felt that my pension was in safe hands and shared the thought with them.
Soon it was time to leave for the airport. The flight back to Lucknow was eventless.
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