Career Counseling

After being an unsuccessful book critic with my last post I have became unsuccessful film critic too. So now my list of trying my hand at various career options has got longer.

For those who have just tuned in...i have tried:

Singer – everybody does ...but in my times these reality shows weren’t there so the talent got frittered.

Architect – (yeah like “Ted the Architect” from how I met your mother)

Painter- I still think it was a good idea. But I could not fit in the traditional definition of Art and my abstractions had trouble explaining themselves. I still do it though like once in a decade

Author- once upon a time I used to be a very serious individual with profound thought. Then I discovered that it is so much fun being shallow… so the author dream I let pass

Footballer- it’s got glam, It’s got the brawn, It’s got the money (see ur day dreaming then u must dream about EPL only right)...the only think lacking was the TALENT

Public Speaker- I will became some day. Actually wd have preferred to be a Diplomat but then Indian Administrative services…if I could study so much I would have became scientist and secured a Nobel

Banker – It says once a banker its banker for life. So unfortunately I have worked in a bank for 2 proud years of my life. And I made a decision never a bank a bank again. Banking system is like high rising inflation. Once you get stuck with it your present value keeps diminishing.

Credit Card Analyst –Once you work in this industry u wouldn’t want a card in your life time and will advice all your friends against it too. Just kidding but it was dumber than banking .Not for me.

Wild Life Photography- It’s a lot of fun but it meant roaming around in jungles with only the swanky SLR. I was seriously interested in it. But was seriously short of TALENT

Travel Expert – For those who have read the “Moscow Diaries” can vouch that I can do a decent job with it. Might join Discovery “Travel and living” some time in future.

Finance Executive: Yeah ..boring but true. Gotta do something for living right

-So here I am Blogger without any specified ambitions and plans and hypothesis.


Careers I am still hopeful for:

Fashion Photographer
Tarot Reader
Mountaineering
Masseur at the beach
Graffiti Artist
Professional Kayaking

----ne bdy got more interesting idea can contribute.

Don bother about the skill set and personality type that is a very fluid concept in my case 

My Sassy Girl

I am so unfond of archaic romantic type movies that this Korean film (on which ugly n pagli is based...rather frame by frame and dialogue by dialogue ripped) was a very strange choice. Too much mush makes me puke. Nothing against “romance” but I have these mental ghosts who makes me apprehensive to believe and lame to accept as is.

But the movie is fun. Its new it’s refreshing and just never let the mush go overhead (most importantly).No it may not make people believe in love but I love the word serendipity. Sometimes the anticipation is so much fun.

The heroine is cute and Hot. Hero is dud and believable. It’s a crazy relationship which makes you feel sorry for the characters in a nice way. And the ending is just perfectJ. Sometime uncomplicated stories makes more sense than a literary marvel .I am the types who would want to see more believable stuff then larger than life action. Everything may not be absolutely convincing but would be still better than whims of fancy trash doled out.

Eu não falo Portuguese

Be like a child. Be like a child. My language teacher kept telling me for some umpteen times. That is how you learn about new languages. You should be inquisitive…You should be asking...pushing…blabbering.

After all what is a language…It’s just a medium of expression. To be loud and heard, to project your thoughts and be vociferous of your demands. You need to know the language.
Then there is a thing called foreign language. Which we Indians are lapping it up to make true the dream of global Indian takeover. I mean all this is nice, sweet and ambitious but foreign language is not so simple.
Interesting thing about foreign language is that it’s not just the language. It’s also the culture and tongue. The salutations and codes of decency gets redefined. The obligations and how to react to different sensitivity is a challenge in itself. With all these complications you should be like a child… jumpy and lively. Asking questions without being embarrassed. Truly hard work.

My Portuguese isn’t making any progress. Why can’t we all talk in sign language? Isn’t humanity is same everywhere.

The Friandshipp Dayy Weekend

It has started looking clichéd now. One more book review...one more travelogue..and one more weekend story.

It was a reasonably boring week and Fridays have some verve attached them which says enough of the stupid desktop.(not that I work so much) enough of this god forsaken office floor. Get out and be with life. So I started with shopping ( ya ironically guys too shop even though it was shorts and socks..this too is shopping rite?) followed with a dinner invit at my best friends place.

Though people change when they get married like he always insist on eating at home now contrary to the past but I guess Payal made up for it. Awesome food. Lucky Ga. I presented the wine to the hostess. My only contribution to the meal besides eating. It was fun meeting you guys after a long time.( A month is a long time in my dictionary.)

(Though I guess GA it was not necessary to put muck on my past colorful life to earn brownie points in front of ur wife J. I appreciate the effort but you are being a little thankless here…you were proud accomplice in lots of those escapades..)

With good home food on Friday night Saturdays can be a little late and slow. But then it was cleanliness and culinary day.So we decided to gave the rathole (read home sweet home) a new slightly cleaner look.

I can write a whole new post on the JAFRANI PULAO..and aftermaths and goodness that followed :) (jus that details are discretionary and ve promised not to spill :( (why men make promises its so stupid sometimes.) neways Then it was coffee at Mocha. beans eating competition…which never really happened coz beans were too many and stakes were so few..

Then there was a birthday party. Isnt it funny people are so happy on their birthdays despite becoming older. No new apparent influx of wisdom..a year further away from the childhood… a year more into earthly shit… year closer to responsibilities .a year away from innocence..but despite all this we eat cake..sing songs and dance our blues away. No it was not so boring. Actually party was fun..i am just exaggerating.

So for dancing the blues way we went to Enigma (again !!..ya again!!!). Which has an amazing mix of ridiculous prices..ok ambience ..funny crowd and sad music. And on this particular day it was flooded with fat-est. women of the town.( we are not talking plum or chubby here ) Well may be I am anorexic but see watching all the XXL`s of the city at one place wasn’t a happy sight. I mean isn’t for this very reason lounge culture was evolved. Women if you really wanted to dance so badly with all that flab tearing away from all the places..then join the aerobic class no. Nightclubs in stringy tops aren’t practice sessions right?

At 4 am. Returned home. The door lock refused to budge.why these things happen to mean I could never fathom. Finally managed to get after wrestling with it for 40 mins.(attained instant sobriety in the process).

Yippie it was the franshipp Day now.
So I slept.I had khichdi for lunch. Washed clothes. Collected laundry. Read newspapers.Assembled economic times reports of the week. Wrote Portuguese word-list on a chart.

Feliz friendship dia a tudo

Restore the SPARK

I just read the Chetan Bhagat `s speech urging to keep the spark in life alive. To make sure that the hunger in your belly does not die. To keep pushing yourself and people around you cause energy is contagious.

I wonder where`s the dynamo which will keep this energy flowing. It is so easy to get lost and be programmed. Be doing only as much and let the time continue to pass without wondering about any significant contribution from any side. I mean why there is a constant search of finding substance in all our actions why can’t I just stop looking for purpose .Let spark be there where it originated.

We keep reading about what we are cut out for life. Where`s my calling. Isn’t this whole passion game is more of a jargon and less of something which can be called intelligent.
At the end of the day what all I care for is money ain`t it? Why capitulation to this thought is so embarrassing. It’s just a modest way of accepting what world presents to us and not to pay heed to urge of initiating change. As if no. of initiations will act as passport while entering heaven. And like I am so enchanted with all the hip n hoopla of heaven.

Coming back to energy drainage and refill what makes it so important. We don’t want to constrict in the thoughts and actions. Because monotony can be more dangerous than anybody can ever assume. Because change tells us that we are moving. And as long as we are trying we are surely moving in the right direction.

How much I would like to dissuade myself. I am love with action. The thought of doing something , the sense of constructing something and the feeling of achieving something. I want to channelize the energies and restore the Spark

Only if I had known that something.