Breaking the Break!!

Hiatus as long as five months, that is when I last posted on my blog. Not that there haven’t been any issues, just that lack of will and also my all-the more-important quality- a lazy bone.(I always try to stitch together two good reasons for not doing stuff…it kinda makes me feel less guilty)

Finally someone had to tag me to get me started and it could not have been no one better, and so Mugdha it was! (Well the manner in which shez tagged me calls for some indifferent reactions from me…but all of that later!) Time for a candid confession(CCs are meant to be heard/read depending on which part of your body is more active and further it as a “let go” kinda stuff….so don’t rack your brains too much with ‘em) I dint exactly know what was I supposed to do after being tagged. Initially I thought it was just a good gesture from Mugdha and I had to return the favor to complete my side of the trade, then I thought mebbe it was a sign for me to write something and that thought kept on haunting me as I wasn’t able to boil down to any topic that I can get on paper. Wait! I hear you saying terrorism but a No I don’t want to act as an armchair expert doing the worst-possible post mortem of one of the most dastardly acts and suggesting a set of suggestions so unfeasible that I fear even they (read suggestions) believe they cannot be implemented. I am quite certain that you’ll get to read much better literature on that in almost all the national dailies. Getting back to boiling (and other culinary tasks… ha-ha…bad joke!!) when I had almost made up my mind to let even this opportunity-to-write pass off comfortably although with a little guilt, Eureka!! When Mugdha told me that I was supposed to write on myself. Couldn’t have been anything better (ask for a vanilla and u get a Sunday!!)

So here I am, thanks to one-of-my-favorite blog writers (read Mugdha) “Breaking the Break” that I took five months ago!!

But before I start,

Disclaimer: I try not to frighten ordinary people with the gratuitous displays of my mental superiority.
(Mugs I can’t help but mention you after every single sentence but keeping the reading audience in mind I will fill you in later)

And for my reader audience, fellas don’t start painting my image yet, let that brush wait for a few extra minutes before it starts it most-abstract of human paintings for theres still a lot more to come.

So, Here I go, Don’t turn the page!!

For starters I have never been that kinda person whoz living any Truman Show. I have never believed in acting perfectly and have asked for more than one retake on most of the occasions. Successes have been so few and far between that even the chances of finding an oasis in a desert are more. Believe me words can only but add to the enigma of my present and past existence. But for what it’s worth, it was worth all the while!!

But before you start thinking about me as some kinda boring, philosophical and an emotional sad a@# (without any reference to any expletives ;) ) I am N0T!!Its just that I prefer stating the blacks, whites and grays of ma (this word cost me my Placement Committee membership…but that story later) life.

No more of stale, old boring self because I still hope to have at least half of you guys reading further on from here.

My take on the status quo regarding placements which is some real dough to most,
Well if any of you is even remotely worried about placements you’ll find your best companion in me (although um from the opposite camp).I care least about placements. Not that I have companies waiting in line wanting to take me in. It’s just that I care least about things which matter the most. I believe that makes ‘em less important and in a way you win over ‘em.I have seen a lot o friends tearing their hair apart with the gloomy job prospects and I bet my ever-so-little bank balance that none of these worries have helped them any which way!! I wonder, Why behave like a battered wife trapped in a marriage that has gone brutally wrong?

Now that specifics are done with, my generic self…I love music although the taste bud here keeps on changing more frequently than Pakistan changing its PM.Currently(and this is since the last night) tuned to more of Pakistani bands, although lately Hindi numbers from the latest movies was what I was listening to! And more broadly I can listen to almost anything if you are good enough to convince me that it’s worth a try! (Yeah that is exactly how I started listening to songs…recos from my friends)

Change and adapting to it, I think has been something which I have strongly advocated as well as practiced. As long as I am convinced that it is going to pan out well for me I do, although if somewhere down the middle I think it’s gone awfully wrong I don’t mind tracing back on the canvas. So here you see I give you another reason for your brush to keep it waiting.

Well I guess I need to exercise restraint here and stop making this sound more like an autobiography, else it’s just going to be one of those morning jogs on your treadmill that you so very much want to get over with so that you feel a little less guilty while hogging at the breakfast table.

Well I know someone wanted to hear something else from this post and mugdha I ain’t gonna disappoint you, wait for the second edition and I guarantee* you and the other readers it is going to be wait the worth!! Till then try this,
Jumping out of an aircraft at 20,000 feet with no parachute, or swimming with a shark and wondering if your day will end with you inside his stomach!! ;))

* Guarantee applies only if the reader is in love too!! (Did I just spill the beans here?)