“To see the world, things dangerous to come to. To see behind the walls, draw closer. To find each other. And to feel. That is the purpose of Life.”The Secret Life of Walter Mitty
Schlumberger presented an extremely unique opportunity and value proposition right after undergrad, one that a desk-o-phobic person like me cherished. They gave a chance to visit way-out locations (mostly isolated from civilisation), work in the fascinating field of fracking (when it was booming) AND wear a coverall so I could get my hands greasy, handling heavy duty machinery (a mech boys paradise). Thats the way I chose to see it and thus enjoyed the experience to the fullest.
When I decided to move on after living a lifetime in those two years, the travel bug had already taken over and obscure had become the new ordinary. Saudi and Siberia were followed by the oilfields along Route 66, where in mid 2013 fracking rigs were more prevalent than the golden arches, and boy was ‘I loving it’. Signs like the one below from a desert road in Saudi were just what a mundane day at work looked like.
My last few weeks at Schlumberger, I was traveling through the Texas Panhandle with a colleague from Pakistan, visiting various oil-well sites. Conversations about; sharing similar perspectives yet widening our horizons, sharing similar cultures yet speaking different languages, sharing a taste in music yet singing a different hymn, summarised the need to travel through the unknown beautifully.
One such well-site (pictured below), had us share a lighter moment where we joked about the irony of it all – the thing that has brought us back in touch with the unfiltered and crude environment is in fact oil and natural gas.
“Is this the abandoned road to somewhere? I thought it was right, till it left me back there.
turned out the new was as right as right, the journey through those fracks still shone in delight.”-infinite explorer