Coming back today after a reasonable hiatus.. Wrote a long post and then the comp, for the 1st time, hung up... Guess it doesn't like my verbose description of a life less ordinary..
This year is just about the pinnacle of my life.. Things that happen in the next 3 months will change the course of my life. I've been planning forever to go for an MBA. Have been brilliant enough to crack the CAT once and also to flunk in my college exam at the same time, thereby missing this oppurtunity 2 years ago...
Tomorrow the cat will be out of the bag.. so my dream of becoming a hotshot media planner/Corporate Sales Manager will be either fulfilled or I'll be back to selling taps.. Spoiled for choice you see... and then there is the 3rd possibility... that I'll get to do what I want.
Everyone around me, my parents and my mates, my girl to my juniors.... have the same advice for me... get settled so that you can get married... Of course, based on their affection for me, they wish these things for me in varying orders and disorders.
New years was interesting... Not able to dance much (because of the boring old stiff back problem) I was content watching people whirl around... The Deejay was a piece of beauty.. tell him to play linkin park and he would come up with some hindi no., you and me wouldn't listen to in donkey's years, lest our souls be diminished into pieces of fragmented profanity..
Okay, the above was just a figure of speech. The end of the party was interesting, Due to the heavy fog, a motley bunch of us had to have a nightcap, coffee and conversation as they say.
Coffee's not something I do... but conversations are things I can get hooked to. Had a wide ranging discussion on coffee bars, Indo-Sino-US ties and the lack of them, how China's going to kick us in the backside and all that jazz... Exactly what is missing in my life.... Me, a Brit writer working for a Business Publication in india, a freind who's in the PR industry, and a gaggle of PYT's who contributed about as much to the conversation as the air around us.
It's one hell of a ride.. to be doing the same intellectually deadening work each day, when each day you wake up, rise and shine, only to be enthused by the look of your people and when they look up at you, for things you can conjure up out of more than air.... to come back enveloped in fog and drenched in the sweat of your labours.. When your aural senses are deadened by the loud portions of bostonian and keraliite english dished out at you... how many times will you go out there and tell people,
ITs not IRATED, its irate, the password cant be resetted, its ALWAYS reset...
Okay, veered off topic totally here. Let's try doing this another day.
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