Modifying an infamous movie dialogue, it hurts when one fails and it hurts more when there is a friend along with you. I wonder why does this life always hurts ?? Or wonder if life is all about being hurt..
It's been quite a period being with this old friend of mine, but i haven't stopped wondering each time i have been here, things haven't changed much though..It's pretty weird, but it gets more difficult day by day dealing along with different situations..
Now that's history looking at the time has gone by that "incident".
It's almost been a month and half at this place know, i came here as a fresh graduate looking for employment. Having forwarded resumes to over a decade count, this job hunting brought about a new revelation inside me, people don't even bother to consider me for an interview, selection seems to be on the other side of the highway.
After stumbling through four years of graduation, i start as a beginner again.. I'm a fresher.
wowa ! Things never change it seems, i was born 21 years ago, i was new, i went to my first school .. New.. Each year i went to a 'new' class, four years back i was a new high school teenager, i began new at my college and four years after I'm fresh again. I wonder which sane logic in this world actually justifies that. One common link that binds the entire fairy tale is 'new'.
Generally new stuffs are quite in demand in the market like a new i-pad, a new i-phone, a new soccer tune its world cup fever i suppose, a new HD television, a new streaming bandwidth heard of 4g i dunno, a new lounge/bar in town etc.. apart from stuffs a new governor, a new financial policy, a new president a new market strategy always is welcomed by the people of a country at least for the purpose of experiencing a change.
But (having used that word so often let make it clear that Christiano Ronaldo does fantasize me nor am i a pervert obsessed female lover..) so,
but there is no place in this place for a new graduate, well certainly for me..
There seem to be no point being positive anymore. I saw the glass half empty for seven semesters of my bachelors i succeeded securing a CGPA of around 6.8, i thought the glass may be half full during the final moments - thanks to a ....- my CGPA came to an amazing 6.51.
Generally the irrelevant and insignificant second digit after the decimal place contains a higher value for at least visionary satisfaction, buts it's the least in this case to depict an absolute loser.
Well, job hunting seems to be quite interesting, with absolutely nothing to do the entire day, go through all similar rants throughout the day, bear the antique saga of sweet chants of our beloved eleders, sit back and pretend to relax at the age old music play list..
The walls are closing on me..
Its hard to find relief
I need to fall apart..
I hope I'm not all alone..
Its hard to find relief
I need to fall apart..
I hope I'm not all alone..
Adding a cherry on the cake, a friend just reminded me, things have changed and even you have !! I dunno..Well it has, people maybe.. Let's see
people don't love each other anymore, i have started writing on the diary again, newspaper no longer carry the news from Palestine, Indians seem to have forgotten the naxals, relationships no longer stand their meaning, people don't tend to reply e-mails, mobile phones are no longer meant to answer calls, gay couples begin to have kids, people seem to be dying having a glass of natural vegetable extracts, i seem to be quoting English songs, best of all I'm no more anti-feminist (Lolz!).
But i dunno, that's the way it is and unfortunately life seems to have again stranded in a no man's land.Having bragged everything out, it seems quite better to feel a lighter heart.
thank you friends !
running short of any more vocabs, lets hope that things do work out, things be in their right place and be happy ever again.
Signing Off..
mE 'n mA lonE SouL
P.S. who knows life may be waiting for a praise from a true friend.. kyunki.. azeezon ki dua qubool hoti hai.. so keep praying and do remember me !! keep me posted !!
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