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Change of Places

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Even though my life -  when compared to my contemporaries, has gone more or less static there were countable mini change of places.
One change - which is grand -  is the change that made my place of residence from Bengaluru to Hooballi.
26 years at Bengaluru and 28 years at Hooballi - Grand life is it not?
In this 54 years of life, my residences were: 1) 33 A,  Satyanarayana Street ; 2) 11, Damodara Mudaliar Street; 3)186/7 PWD qtrs. 1148 B, 779A Railway quarters and the present "Lalitha Krupa"
My work places: 1) The cattle chaser, MICO, MAS, Kolar Gold Fields, Bengaluru city station and Hooballi (Workshop accounts, divisional accounts and Head quarters accounts)
When I wanted to write about a change in place or moving to new places very many change of places came to mind. Okay, one latest change I shall try to narrate.
Change of Place at our office.
We were in a rented accommodation some 12 months ago... . A complex in the middle of the town. Central Government concern paying lakhs of rupees as rent to a private owner. All this happened because we were given the status of a zone and HQ office started functioning from April 2003 onward. We were in that shopping complex where many shops were selling mobile phones. We were in that complex for more than 3 years from 2009 to 2012.

Ah, there during May 2012 we are in the Eastern wing of our newly built office where there is a feel of 'our own'. We are happily sitting in our office and giving our purchase offices sound financial advises.

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