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Just Another Day

Alarm clocks. Arrogant rickshaw-drivers. Crowded bus. Neverending Stairs. Lecherous men. Borrowed pens. Forgotten mails. Gtalk. We talk. Office couples. Deadlines. Dead-meat. Tissues. Toilet Rolls. Locked doors. Long Calls. Post-its. Gossips. Passwords. ID’s. Lost pens. Losing minds. Losing faith. Sarcasm. Lunches. Making faces. Sneaked face-booking. Cheque? Cashed. Deal. No deals. Firings. Appraisals.

Another day, survived.

Happy Weekend:)



There is a deep and cosmological connection between my birth, my parent's decision to name me what they did, my profession and my education. This brings me to the conclusion that fate is predetermined and like in Hindu mythology, is written by Brahma when someone is born. Example: My name is unique. I did my grads in Psychology. I then did my masters in HR (offshoot of following all the psychos). I then did the ultimate decision of joining an MNC in ............. beat it, BUSINESS DEVELOPMENT. So, I have the concept 'MAD' in my name, my education, my choice of career and all the milestone decisions of my life. Now, is it predetermined or what ? :-D

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