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Apeksha is so filmy and melodramatic. I think the heat has got on to her.
But I like the fact that she uses the office restrooms to find relief in more than one ways. :)

She is an intelligent women but her trigger point is yet to be found. The day that happens and if the universe is aligned to her favor, I would be the luckiest person to be her best friend.

Anyway, so for next month my goal is to drive on the US roads. So henceforth my posts are going to be basically on updates that hey I figured where the break is or the indicator for right is to push the indicator upwards...
Yay!!
what fun. I love challenges..seriously i do!

Be Happy

My friend has been insisting I write here, so here goes:

It really is scary to look at a blank white screen with the cursor blinking ominously. Its telling you your life is a series of blinks - each second counts; and then it doesn't.

Shabri has been agonizing over getting a job there. I have a job here and I am agonizing over getting out of it and into a better one. What does this say about us? Are we fundamentally unhappy people? Or do we get to lay the blame on situations and walk guilt-free?

They say that the only person who can make you happy is YOU. As a bumper sticker it works - it does have truth in it. For the past few weeks, I have been trying to live it , and boy, is it tough!

My mind tells me I am stuck in a shit job with no benefits AFTER getting a world-class degree. I start feeling useless and unappreciated. Tears start rolling. I stop what I am doing and start introspecting. I ask the quintessential question - WHY ME? I get no answer. I cry some more. I think about those less fortunate than me. Those who have a limb less than me. Those who have a meal less than me. I still feel terrible. I tell myself to stop crying. To stop questioning. To start living. I wash my face. I take a deep breath. I smile at myself in the mirror. And I walk out of the restroom back to my office seat. I start writing. I feel happy. My life is in my hands. I can do this. I can change. I will change.

Pause. Rewind. Repeat.

love thy neighbour

You know I hate being judgmental but no harm in a little bit of analysis. Right?
So now that I have all of your blessings let me proceed.

I have been outside India for most part of my life . Kuwait in 1990s was home for me. We went to Indian Schools, ate at Indian Restaurants, ate Indian food at home, went to Indian grocery shops, had an Indian social circle. We visited India every year. We lived in a mini india outside india.

America 2012, my plan was to live by adapting all the niceties the country has to offer. Because if I wanted to go out to an Indian restaurant and eat dosa, I would rather do it in a shantisagar in Blore.

Did you know that the placement consulting industry in US is a 1 billion dollar company.  These placement consultants fudge resumes, padding it with fictitious projects and deploy 'desis' on project which require experience and knowledge. Of course, the hard workers that we are in a months time we pick up the technology and processes and voila !

I had a great opportunity to visit one of such agencies today. I am job hunting you see, any my first trimester is already over so I am quite paranoid now. Have you ever been to these beauty parlors with the staff wearing lot of make up , small room, employees threading each others eyebrows. I might be mean but thats the feeling I got when I visited this agency.

I am tired, I  sleepy and I was planning to google for an image of the indian flag  and I am abruptly ending it.
But I am gonna say my byes.

Never say don't blog

Window of opportunity

This morning I pinged Apeksha saying that babe my brain is pounding with thoughts. She said BLOG.

From 2009 to 2012 the way people express themselves has changed drastically. Its not in many words now. Maybe just an image, a word, a question mark. A question mark can alone evoke 'likes' and responses like 'What happened babe?'.

Anyway, the ones who blog will blog. Apeksha has promised to contribute because she is better with expressions. ( I am better with the men though!).

Well, to begin lots has changed in 3 years. The highlight would be a new continent, strange weather, beauty at its best.

But in this post I want to talk about rejection. A negative thought to start with but the light is always at the end of the tunnel.

The word 'rejection' was first used in 1415. People experienced it then as well but probably didn't have a word for it.

Since then the word and its meaning and its impact has been felt by people in various walks of life.

According to the 'authority' Wikipedia although humans are social beings, some level of rejection is an inevitable part of life. Nevertheless, rejection can become a problem when it is prolonged or consistent, when the relationship is important, or when the individual is highly sensitive to rejection. Rejection by an entire group of people can have especially negative effects, particularly when it results in social isolation.

I think its a cycle. 

1) Presentation

2) Judgement

3) Verdict :-Rejected

4) Feeling dejected, lack of confidence

5) Time is the healer

6) Questions, introspection

7) Solution

8) Correction

9) Presentation in a new light

10) Verdict : Rejected.

Why does rejection evoke so many emotions to a otherwise confident individual. And why do people get so heartless , callous and selfish.

Why is it that a girl cannot see the love in the boy's eyes

Why is that the 'it' group in college look down upon a '100% attendance in class' student

Why does a non-vegetarian think vegetarians don't live their life to the fullest

Why does a hiring manager not follow up with an interviewed candidate.

Time constraint, priorities, social image, value system, better fishes in the pond..the reasons are many.

Anyway, I think the best solution is getting drunk , sending a nasty email/text, ( preferably no blood shed)

For more corrective solutions visit a shrink.

My poison to cope with rejection : 3 shots of Tequila.

And hey the saying that opportunity knocks at your door just once is false. It the opportunity is meant to be yours it wont stand knocking the door. It will ring the bell till you open and welcome it.

I would like to sign off as 

XOXO

Gossip girl

But I prefer 

XOXO

Call me....