The winner gets Ladakh and the others sweat it out

Bob,
Here's an open 'feeling envious and happy' letter from me typing in the sultry humid 'feels like 47 degrees celcius' heat in NJ while you're driving down that lovely road to Ladakh. I'm sure those final moments before you slipped that company badge down your pockets and felt the evening bangalore air like many times before, but this time it feels like independence, it feels like a prisoner being let out of alcatraz dressed in the emperor's robes and the keys to a million dollar vault in switzerland. You must have started that Wagon R and dashed off through the immovable bangalore traffic without a single swear word escaping from the otherwise quickfire hollow. You must have gracefully yielded to pedestrians, to cows, to anything that moves and doesnt move while your heart bounced inside with unharmonious happiness. You must have reached home and switched off your mobile phone and flung it to any vacant corner in your house, but it still managed to find the fin of a airplane model 'in the works' and you didnt care for once. Before boarding that plane to dilli, you must have saluted good bye to the hazy evening air of bangalore and as the announcements begin, you must have muttered to your better half, "That bugger Rambo might be sweating gallons out there while we're gonna be in paradise for the next few days"....Drip..Drip...Drip...."Enjoy Mate!!!"