That one long year.


The year which was to decide my fate and my future, my final few months with friends, my graduation, my 4 year stint at Dubai and last but not the least, the year which taught me about how harsh life can get. Well, to be honest, I still can’t make out what life is about, which is when I have my savior, or more likely my project guru, Ishaan to explain it in the most elaborate yet simple way.

That moment when I got done with my final hurdle as a scholar, yes, that moment of no more forced night outs, endless rumors of what’s going to pop up on that bit of paper, and people shoving you with all those ‘I know you’ve read it all’ banters must be one of the saddest moments of my life. You got a bit carried away with that didn’t you? Well, I’m weird in my own way. Pressure keeps me kicking, I might even end up being a slave in the cardiac ward later down the road.

I thought to myself that the end of the world is near, I did believe those mayans, well, as how my facebook and twitter feeds keep popping up, they seem to have been true about the end of the world, in our case its humanity. All that commotion apart, I got done with exams and college life looked more or less done with little or no affinity among people who earlier, kept socializing like molecules in an exothermic reaction.

The smell of money is very intoxicating. It changes a person’s outlook at things, yet doesn’t make him realize as how it changes him. Internships, especially paid ones are really lucrative because its more like a “no-strings” attached relationship. No responsibilities to be taken to your head, and no authority over any form of official work whatsoever. But my ex employers were legislators of law which could never be broken, late hours, excessive work, no training of any sort and yet expect a cat to digest an elephant’s meal with little or no appreciations of any sort was the daily routine.

It was then that I realized that some people work for money, others for pleasure. The one’s who work for money are no way different to a call-girl. I mean no offence to any lady who is reading this but look at it in a simpler way, you slog your socks off all day long and your boss belittles it to be a waste of time? Come on, you deserve more than that. If a person cannot give credit to a genuine and fruitful attempt, what’s the use of money? This was my first lesson of this really eventful yet colorless year.

There are a lot of people who follow this rule, 1. Your boss is always right, 2. If he’s wrong, refer to rule number 1. This, my friends, is a myth. Bosses as my dictionary would describe are people who usually have tensed faces, terrorizing eyes, flickering minds, fidgeting tongues and very timid thoughts. All they know of is to get work done from you no matter what’s on stake for you. As a student, I’ve worked for 20 hours straight with little or no interest and was still expected to turn up next day sharp at 9 A.M. My senior chortled at me at the coffee table while I kept cursing him under my breath when I learnt one of the biggest tips to succeed in life, the art of saying NO. The word is a simple combination of 2 alphabets which coincidentally fall right next to each other in the list, N and O. The art of saying NO is something many fail to acquire which incidentally is an essential tool to grow up the ladder. Thus concludes lesson number two for the year.

My Internship ended on a high note with a job offer from my ex employers and I genuinely played a game with them. Neither was the offer lucrative enough for me to go gaga over it, neither was I begging for a job, and while I earned decently as an internee, I understood one thing, never work for free, never work underpaid and quit if you are overpaid. Lesson number three for the year.

I finished my final few days in Dubai blowing up money in the name of partying and shopping. Then entered a completely new city in my life, Vishakapatnam. Beautiful, scenic, a poet’s paradise as some say and the beach. Settling down was easy for all those long years I spent in Chennai, and neighbors were really helpful. I made some quick friends and it looked easy, for I imagined how hard a life it would be for an introvert. Lesson number four, folks.

Its always been a childhood dream of mine to be my own boss. I’ve never liked people command at me and get their work done or maybe my ex-boss was just a bad dream in this beautiful journey. The idea of being an entrepreneur has always been intriguing and has been a source of extreme excitement. A dream is a must in one’s life because when you achieve it, you’ve nothing more to prove to yourself before the world doubts you. But never obsess with a dream, because obsession leads to very many complications. Simplicity is singly the winner on any given day.

Finally, the biggest and the most bitter lesson I’ve had to deal with. Luck, some believe, some don’t, others live off it. Being decent at academics, I’ve had my fair share of wants in the work front and I must say that I was amused to learn some of my peers placed at MNCs and then me, with a cup of filter coffee and constant mails from naukri and Linkedin suggesting me what my profile should look like to attract recruiters. That day I decided to stand by this statement: “Stop expecting things from yourself before you expect of others because losing out to your own set standards is something you can never digest and get over with ease.

I hope the year to follow teaches me more, makes me realize how important every moment of a day is and makes sure I get closer to my ultimate dream at least by an inch. To 2013, folks!




With this humongous pile of work and a headache which will haunt me for the next couple of hours, I come up with an interesting review about a really interesting movie. OMG as it says is actually OMG like. Yes, I squeaked like an 18-year-old.

Paresh rawal, Akshay kumar, Mithun da as the lead actors in this film which also has other respectable cast and crew has a lot of meaning and sense to it.

Reality cinema has always been a huge gamble for film makers and this movie is no less. Its attack on Religious sentiments seems to be pretty fair and I’m actually surprised that there hasn’t been a revolt of any kind all through the country, leave alone the world. The plot revolves around Paresh Rawal, a normal business man who sells idols of gods and goddesses by making up stories just to sweeten his meal. In a world filled with god fearing persons, paresh sets his tone loud and clear of him being a god believer and not someone who believes in a black statue which is being treated with special rituals.

A very interesting story line with a perfect cast can be the ideal day at office for a film maker and he’s exploited this situation very well. Paresh loses his entire business due to an earthquake and starts off a journey blaming god and his so-called servants. The story is about his stride against preachers of god who portray him as a materialistic attention monger.

What impressed me in the movie is the quality of the script and the screenplay. Akshay kumar for once actually did justice to the cinema barring his silly second grade jokes and imitations. It’s not the big money which gives great movies but a great will and a vision to make such classy cinema.

On that note, I leave you all with something I’ve learned of this movie. Start loving yourself before you love others, and be god loving, not god fearing.