I HAVE BEEN DISCONNECTED FROM THE NET. THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING. LUCKILY THIS HAPPENED ON THE LAST WORKING DAY ELSE I WOULD HAVE BEEN IN MUCH MORE SEVERE CONDITION. ANYWAYS IT WAS BOUND TO HAPPEN. WAS GETTING TOO CARELESS.
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Finally i have come to the end of this journey of mine. The last working day is over. The weird part about this day are the emotions. Its natural or even expected for a girl to cry. But a guy ?? he is caught in trap created by himself. He could have acted all tough all these years and now cant afford to cry. Or he could be a really sentimental guy deep down who just can’t express himself. Or he just doesn’t feel anything and is afraid of what the others might say if they found out.
At the end of the day everybody asks each other whether the wept or felt upset. But most of the guys will play it down or even deny it. I cant complain because I also ask or rather bug people abt it.. can’t help it.
Cry if u must, don’t if you can’t .. but make sure that you say all that there is to be said .. for its probably the last day you can do that … in college.
The day started just like any other would. Me getting up very late and surprisingly making it for the counseling.
today was the farewell day. a day when things are supposed to get really emotional.
as i entered class i there was something written on the board.
If the class is tidy, there can be a class meeting chaired by the HOD at 10.40 tuesday the final day.
Who did the jackass think he was .. chairing a meeting if the class is clean. The president? But nobody really took notice . because by the time the first break started, there were at least 50 paper balls in front of the class thanks to the generous effort by my classmates. I am not really close to all the individuals in class except for the malu gang . but i love the class as a whole. they have the same attitude i have: couldn’t care less.Anyways class was just routine. And then came the bombshell … The MS offer fell through :was not suited for the position. It didn’t really crush me. Maybe its because i think their decision was valid . I wasn’t totally suited for that position. or maybe because i went into denial. Or i was just taking it really well . Am not sure though. But i think that the farewell would make me cry. Mainly because of the bad news i received. At the time my mind was like
Farewell to ideas, farewell to hopes , farewell to friends, farewell to all. So much for breaking the mediocre factor.
But nothing happened. i did not really feel anything. Numb I’d say. More of rejection than that of leaving. I am not sad, and I’m pretty sure of that. And then back to my room. I was back to normal . Having accepted my fate and settling with S*****. And there it was another interview by MS for a different position. this time more in my field than before.Never give up hope, for hoping makes life worth living …
1 more day to go ….
The last time i went for corporate was a long time ago (sometime in first year). Over the years people kept asking me when i would be going for corporate worship again. The answer was final corporate. And so went to attend it; for i wanted to keep my word and because its final. ( the word final gives a special effect). It took me hardly 5 mins to realise y i stopped coming in the first place . its like I’m in a different world all together. I’m not scared but I’m not at rest either. People shout and clap around me? but y? Cant comprehend. and to top that we have Mr. by-the-book-asshole was giving the message. He managed to combine his limited thoughts on western culture into a 3-5 point negative image and handed that info to all from the pulpit. The guy is way narrow minded. But he is the perfect addition to this glorious Institute. He complements the so-called values of this place. For every word he said i kept thinking of his daugthers.
And hour or so later the worship drew to a close and i was pretty happy it was over. So what did i learn from it.?? just because its final doesn’t mean its any different.
2 more days to go …
I do notice the positive tone of the author in having reported something that defends the moral fiber of this great nation. Hey necking isn’t allowed here but near pornographic stone carvings in various positions of intercourse are part of India’s rich heritage. The action taken was so quick it would give “The Flash” a headache. Wonder why the rest of the lethargic govt offices don’t take notes on this ? Anyways this is just what i felt after reading this article. One man’s view in this mess of a country.
Don’t call me crazy but I am on a comic book frenzy. Now if after reading this you feel like saying: “what a kid !!”; don’t. Cause I’ll hunt you down and I wont be alone. Unfortunately for me torrents & peer2peer are all blocked by this @#@$%$#%^ firewall & net speeds are just phenomenal . And I hate rapidshare and the likes (its just to irritating). So I turn to my best friend Google and I stumble upon a few russian websites and normal html links to good ol comics. And that’s how I got my hands on “the death of Superman”. I know its hard to digest but Superman can die. I guess this will be my pastime for the next few days.
I still havent recovered fully from the incident yet. Just click here and let me forget that day …
4 more working days to go … and problems are again on the rise. This time for one guy who doesn’t really do anything evil.
Its more like framing a guy to take the fall. But towards the end i guess nobody is in a mood to take any crap. Lets just wait n c what happens?
the first of my (not so)useless statements.
Some things are so simple, that you simply can’t understand them.
This one is actually pretty good. At what point did i stop using it?