“When are you going abroad?”-is the question that I have been asked a hundred times. The answer depends on who is asking-very soon, after a couple of months, next year, not interested at all-are the answers I give.
I don’t blame the questioners though. Somehow, going abroad has become the most cherished dream for most of the guys I know. Neither is it bad to dream about going abroad. After all, we all have got this one life to do whatever we dream of.
I know a lot of guys whose only dream in life is to go abroad. Some took up computer science just to go abroad, some gave JEE a miss to prepare for SAT, for some GRE was more important that board exams, for some others, any means of going abroad was welcome. I also know a few guys who went abroad just because they could afford to- “when I can afford, why not” was the answer. But the fact is, most of them were losers. They went abroad because they couldn’t make it here in India. None of them dropped IIT or IIM to go to Harvard or Stanford. They couldn’t manage to get a seat in the good institutes here so they decided to join worse institutes abroad. The next logic was studying abroad will get them better jobs. Well, that’s true, but is that the only way to succeed? I don’t agree.
I am not cribbing about people who went abroad. In most of the cases, I am happy that they atleast got what they wanted, however useless it might seem to me. I am happy that they are happy. But what makes me sad is when they feel like we are in anyway less able then them.
Now let's get to the point- when am I going abroad? The answer is “I don’t know”. I will only go when I have multiple options to choose from and I will decide which one to choose. All my life, I have tried to see that I reach level where I have options to choose from. In college I chose to study Arts when I had offers from Science and Commerce as well. I chose to take up English Literature when I had offers from Economics also. I chose to take up Instructional Design when I had offers to join Corporate Communications and Advertising. Besides, every time I decided to change my job, I got multiple options to choose from and I decided where to join (not necessarily the best paying). Now after four years of work experience, while I am working a good company with a good salary, I have chosen to go for my MBA between the choices of continuing the work and lead a good life and toil for two years and lead a better life. And yes, when I talk of choices, I mean the best choices possible. Unfortunately, I don’t have many choices left for me to decide on which institute to join for my MBA. It is going to be XLRI, the best institute in Asia Pacific for HR.
So while you are wondering as to what exactly the plan is- the plan is to do the best in work, join the best institute, top the class, get the best of offers and choose the best job. And if I ever go abroad, will not go as a loser, for sure.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Finally...
Finally the time has come. After three years, three thousand promises, and three million moments to cherish- the day had to come.
It hurts. It hurts even more because all the while you spoke of quitting and I was trying to pull us together. Finally, I failed. And this time, probably I won’t go back to you. I won’t let my life dance to your mood swing. I won’t let you affect my life. Moreover, I won’t ask you forget and come back.
Every time I told you my problem, you thought I was making an excuse. Every time you said you understood my problem, you lied. I won’t blame you though. After all, they are my problems.
Anyways, it’s your life and you have all the rights to decide what’s best for you. I wish you all the best for your future and at this point the only thing I can say is, let’s move on.
It hurts. It hurts even more because all the while you spoke of quitting and I was trying to pull us together. Finally, I failed. And this time, probably I won’t go back to you. I won’t let my life dance to your mood swing. I won’t let you affect my life. Moreover, I won’t ask you forget and come back.
Every time I told you my problem, you thought I was making an excuse. Every time you said you understood my problem, you lied. I won’t blame you though. After all, they are my problems.
Anyways, it’s your life and you have all the rights to decide what’s best for you. I wish you all the best for your future and at this point the only thing I can say is, let’s move on.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Daily routine of an Instructional Designer
8.30- The alarm rings. I press the snooze button.
8:40- The alarm rings again. I switch it off.
9:30- I get up but still roll on the bed.
10:00- Finally, I get up.
10:30- I start for office.
11:00- I reach office.
11:30- I check my mails, chat, check the news, orkut, etc. etc.
12:30- I feel hungry, wait for lunch.
1:00- Lunch Time.
1:45- I finish my lunch and go for a smoke.
2:15- I come back from smoke and start my work.
3:30- Time for a game of Table Tennis.
4:30- I come back to my desk with snacks in hand.
5:00- I prepare for the meeting scheduled in the day.
6:00- Coffee/Tea/Smoke.
6:30- Meeting starts.
7:30- Meeting ends.
8:00- I leave office.
8:30- I reach home.
Not that I am on bench. I am very much a performer in my office. But, my office is so bloody generous that I have started feeling guilty of myself. As if this wasn’t enough, they have started serving beer in office also. I have become so bloody spoilt and lethargic. I just hope my office doesn’t make me impotent.
8:40- The alarm rings again. I switch it off.
9:30- I get up but still roll on the bed.
10:00- Finally, I get up.
10:30- I start for office.
11:00- I reach office.
11:30- I check my mails, chat, check the news, orkut, etc. etc.
12:30- I feel hungry, wait for lunch.
1:00- Lunch Time.
1:45- I finish my lunch and go for a smoke.
2:15- I come back from smoke and start my work.
3:30- Time for a game of Table Tennis.
4:30- I come back to my desk with snacks in hand.
5:00- I prepare for the meeting scheduled in the day.
6:00- Coffee/Tea/Smoke.
6:30- Meeting starts.
7:30- Meeting ends.
8:00- I leave office.
8:30- I reach home.
Not that I am on bench. I am very much a performer in my office. But, my office is so bloody generous that I have started feeling guilty of myself. As if this wasn’t enough, they have started serving beer in office also. I have become so bloody spoilt and lethargic. I just hope my office doesn’t make me impotent.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Memories
The voice that was music, the voice that I could recognize amongst a million voices, the voice I dreamt of starting my day listing to, the voice I longed to hear while going to sleep, the voice that told me how much you loved me- the voice that was yours.
The touch that triggered a rush on my body, the touch that ignited the blood running through my veins, the touch that made me lose myself, the touch that pushed me towards you- the touch that was yours.
The smell of your skin- enthralling, captivating, mesmerizing, hypnotizing, the smell that made leaving you for a moment feel like the end of the world, the smell I sometimes suspected of having crept into my skin- the smell that was yours.
The sight of you shrinking every time I held your hands, the sight of you closing your eyes every time you put your head on my shoulders, the sight of you looking right into my eyes that tore me apart- the sight of only you in front of me.
The taste of your skin when I kissed you, the taste of the leftover tea in your cup, the taste of life when you were close, the taste of the tear drops when you left me- the taste of love.
I miss them all.
I just imagine how life would have been if you were here with me today. I just wish you did not break my trust. I just wish you did not change. Still, your memories did not betray, they didn’t fake, they didn’t lie, and they are still there with me.
The touch that triggered a rush on my body, the touch that ignited the blood running through my veins, the touch that made me lose myself, the touch that pushed me towards you- the touch that was yours.
The smell of your skin- enthralling, captivating, mesmerizing, hypnotizing, the smell that made leaving you for a moment feel like the end of the world, the smell I sometimes suspected of having crept into my skin- the smell that was yours.
The sight of you shrinking every time I held your hands, the sight of you closing your eyes every time you put your head on my shoulders, the sight of you looking right into my eyes that tore me apart- the sight of only you in front of me.
The taste of your skin when I kissed you, the taste of the leftover tea in your cup, the taste of life when you were close, the taste of the tear drops when you left me- the taste of love.
I miss them all.
I just imagine how life would have been if you were here with me today. I just wish you did not break my trust. I just wish you did not change. Still, your memories did not betray, they didn’t fake, they didn’t lie, and they are still there with me.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Something fishy
After some ultra-eventful weeks, things have just stopped happening to me.
I come to office expecting a proper dress down for having delivered a project much after the deadline and what I get is appreciation for my good work. I go the coaching class expecting the worst possible humiliation for having not prepared and the teacher asks me the only question I know the answer to. I ride my bike defying all speed limits and I still reach home safely, not to mention saving a lot of time that way. I play Table Tennis in the weirdest possible ways and still win.
I think God has really some horrific plans for me in future. Wish me luck!
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