Living all by yourself, in a completely strange city.. is not an easy thing to do. I’m glad, perhaps a little proud of myself that I’ve come up in flying colours in this task. Well, not exactly “flying colours”, but I’ve done decently good till yet. Although, I’m faltering in the job which I was supposed to ho here, but I don’t regret that. I think, on some level, I’m doing it deliberately; without being consciously aware of it nonetheless. I know this for sure that I don’t want to come back to this place again. For that matter, I don’t want to work in any such kinda place ever! I don’t see myself like this. I just don’t belong here. And after all I’ve done, I don’t deserve being here.
No, I’m not asking for too much. Just a small cubicle in an air-conditioned office with a desktop computer isn’t too much to ask for, is it? My other peers are pretty much in the same state. And they talk of egalitarian society!
This is so not the way I imagined my summer training to be.
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For the very first time today, I missed my family. This was induced when I saw the orkut profile of one of my cousin’s. That kid, has been born and brought up in front of me. He was the only baby who was my favourite [of course, at that time I was too dumb to like kids; Whatever] and is 9 years younger than me. He is in class 6th, and he is on Orkut. Orkut has been a phenomenon, hasn’t it? Now I really feel like a grown up. Finally I do! But I’m not too excited about it. I’d rather be my Papa’s kid, continue fighting my sis over the last piece of Kurkure, and shun away all the responsibilities. But no matter how much I want that to happen, it is never going to happen again. 😦
पूरब से, सूर्य उगा, ढला अंधियारा..
जागी हर दिशा-दिशा, हुआ उजियारा|
The last time I heard this song, I vividly remember I did not use to go to school then. I’m not kidding, but I haven’t heard it since then. There was a video too, of this song, which used to come before the 8:30 evening news on Doordarshan. I know I can easily find that on you-tube or something. But the thing is that I don’t want to see it again. I don’t want those memories to come back. I won’t be able to see it.
Why do we have to grow up, after all? 😦
Hey! who says you’ve grown up? You know what, the ‘little’ that you’re demanding ain’t just ‘little’ (I tink that was weired ;)) anyways, don’t complain too much that even God has to bless a city like Saharanpur and make it something like Sydney!
🙂
Chill out the heat n ^*PEACE*^
Hey hey! who says you’ve grown up? You’re still crying loud like a young kid 😛
And you know what, the ‘little’ that you’re demanding ain’t just ‘little’ (I think that was weird 😉 ) Anyways, don’t complain too much that even God has to bless a city like Saharanpur and make it something like Sydney! 🙂
SmIlE 😀 nd yeah! ^*PEACE*^
in btw..do visit
http://ashusdiary.blogspot.com/2008/06/crush-confessions-go-open.html
Hmm ..lonely bug biting you? Make another trip on the weekend. That might cheer you up. The weather has been mostly on the lovelier side too.
So long mate.
@ Sachi
I did. And I found nothing interesting there. I think I’m not in love with any blog yet. Perhaps, mine own. But that’d be a little too egocentric 😦
@ Verigo Head
As much as I want to, I just can’t. I’m stuck real bad here! Would be able to apprise you of the gory details not before July now.