Job or lack thereof...

Greetings from member of newly jobless youth of India brigade.

Next question is, how does it feel to be jobless. I would say it feels pretty jobless. No seriously, I dont have to get up early every day and get ready in a matter of few minutes while doing all my important mornign activities including but not limited to: getting up (kind of pre-requisite for everything else), brushing (more for others' sake. My one good deed for the day done), doing managerial activities (a load of... u know...), taking a bath (again, more for others' sake), wearing clothes (for my sake. Note: Up and down equally important, dont neglect either). These activities now can be done later in the day and in some cases, not at all. Saves time, saves energy, saves water and well.. saves in general.

Next comes the job part. No more fines for unpolished shoes, nails not cut, hair not combed, belt not worn properly etc. Means lots of money saved. A penny flicked is a penny earned. No wait. A penny saved is a penny earned (note to self: dont think aloud all the time). No more threats of not getting marks if I dont do X, Y or Z. No more exams for which I will cram the day before exam and no more compartment exams. No more being a call boy (dont get me wrong, I mean taking and making calls for accomplishing even the minutest of things. Dont assume anything they say). No more being the LCD (not the fancy, out-of-your-reach-oh-common-man TV. I mean Lowest Common Denominator) who takes up all the blame when the yellow stuff hits the fan. The list can go on and on but then you will get bored. If you already havent that is.

So my dear brothers, sisters and others, it feels good to be jobless and I hope it remains the same at least for a few more months. In the meanwhile, stay tooned to this blogspace for more shitty blogs in the near future.

A night to remember...

Almost everyone who knows me will also know that I am a die hard Liverpool fan. I might have mellowed down in my support over the past couple of years but make no mistake, in the vicinity of a Man Utd or a Chelsea supporter, the Red in me comes to the fore. Apart from being the only team I have supprted ever since I started following (thanks to Michael Owen and his wonder goal against Argentina in '98 WC), they are also the team that have given me one of the truly inspirational nights in my life. In fact, that night in Istanbul is the night I go back to whenever I need to lift myself up. The night when everything conspired for Liverpool and against Milan. The night when the second goal was a a result of a blatant offside not given minutes before the goal. The goal itself being scored by the outgoing Vladimir Smicer who would never play a game again for Liverpool (I suppose!). The night when the penalty awarded to Gerrard seemed dubious (I accept that he went to ground too easily!!), when Xabi missed the penalty at the first time of asking and when it fell kindly to him to tap it back in. Maybe the biggest of all signs- Sheva (of the rotting on the bench in Chelsea fame!!) who was, at the time, the best striker in the world, missed a tap in from 2 yards out. Finally it went to penalty shootout and who else but Sheva to miss the penalty and hand the big ears to Liverpool. From being 3-0 down and looking down and out, Steven Gerrard's team went on to win its 5th European Cup/Champion's League crown.

Many might be aware of all this. Many might agree or disagree with me on the observations and many might think- Why this now? Reason is that today, I watched that video again and was amazed at how it perks me up every single time I watch it. How it makes me believe in miracles. How it tells me that sometimes, your destiny precedes your actions. No matter what you do, you will get what's coming to you. I don't usually believe in luck but I do turn into a believer for sometime.

Whenever I feel the odds are against me or that I have been written off, I stop for a while and think of that night in Istanbul. A night to remember...

PS: If Djimi Traore can have a UCL winner's medal, anything is possible ;-)

Of Cats, Dogs, Rats and Bats

For many, its that time of the year again but for me, its the first time. I am talking about the mock CAT sesaon which, for me, begins with T.I.M.E's AIMCAT tomorrow. Having given half hearted (if you can call not touching the books till the D-Day as half hearted!!) attempts 3 times (05,06 and 07 with %iles of ~ 50, 82 and 82 respectively). This is not a blog to brag about my divine scores (yeah right!!) or do a oh-I'm-so-patheitic-please-pity-me routine. Its just one to keep tabs on my various performances as days pass by and maybe, just maybe to show some progress week on week, month on month.

Lets get it started shall we? Strategy for tomorrow- No specific studies to see where I stand and what I need to work on (although 3 CATs have told me that I am sooper at VA, passable at Quant and DI and downright pathetic at time management) . Lets see how it goes!!!

End of the road...

How many times have we heard this phrase? How many times people say, "This is the end of the road for me" or "This is not the end of the road". Well, that got me thinking. Is it really the road or the end of it which matters? Isnt it the destination that we all walk towards? So what if it is the end of the road? There is bound to be another way to get to your destination. It might be longer than the one you are on currently. It could have more obstacles. Or, it can be easier. But whatever it is, there is always a way to reach where you want to. So I suggest to everyone who has ever said that it is the end of the road, take another one. If your destination is a place where you long to be, if it is a place where you feel you have to be, if it is a place where you think you belong, take a detour. Who knows, you might be able to smell a few flowers and see a couple of beautiful sunsets along the way. Who knows you might reach a place that you will like better than your intended destination. Who knows, the "end of the road" might just be the best thing to ever happen to you. But then thats just me pondering over a few words.. :)

I start, Once more

I had created blogs(yes, plural) a few years back but lack of interest caused these to become "extinct". Here's hoping that this one will not see a similar fate.