I can fly my friends

this week has been a really topsy turvy one. an emotional roller coaster. we dress down because the anarchists want to burn a banker...5 years of law school. 5 1/2 years at linklaters. 2 years at ubs.... i must be warmer now; i'll soon be turning, round the corner now.......

today is even more topsy turvy. today i will walk out of the City. never to return. exactly one year ago to the date, sam played out his last hours at BCG. how weird and unplanned. lunch at cinnamon kitchen with my team was fun (the butter chicken was delicious). i was excited, scared, emotional and hungover, all at the same time. after that i rustle up some salty lassi for my leaving drinks trolley. on a scale of 1 to 5 it comes in at a resounding -1. CG thinks it smell as like sewage. AR says it smells like fart (i would never have imagined it, but yes chat masala does!). and RD was a bit more diplomatic, but his words hit home even harder "i normally eat and drink anything, but i wouldnt order that". the salty/masala lassi is off the menu.

AG kills me softly.....i almost break down while i say my final good-byes. inside my heart is breaking; my make-up may be flaking but my smile still stays on. .... i dont know what i am saying when i make my leaving speech, but i hope conveyed the fact that i am truly grateful for the training & experience and needful of the encouragement. which i have been getting in abundance. 40+ colleagues turned up at the tasting in our deli. i might have been too distracted to notice then, but the achari paneer burji was an absolute winner (thanks Sam and Raju!). NS told me that she would seek us out in Soho to find that paneer mooli again. i needed that. empty spaces - what are we living for; abandoned places - i guess we know the score; on and on, does anybody know what we are looking for...

i am the proud owner of a gorgeous new japanese knife. what a perfect parting gift. today i thought i would be cutting the chord, but no, the City will always be my friend. these two crazy years at ubs have given me the confidence to fly....a few peroni's down and RD has to leave and then he says some magic words...."it is time for investment banking to give back its finer talent". i really needed that. i'll face it with a grin. i'm never giving in. ....i'll top the bill, i'll overkill. i have to find the will to carry on. ..........i can fly my friends.