musings mood again

sitting at a dhaba behind my school with a good friend of mine, i had a aloo parantha and egg bhurji for dinner....well for old times sake, and this friend stares at the happy face that i had, and said..."aaj fir kuch nostalgic sa likhega tu blog pe".....well i can not make my friend turn out to be a liar, can I???? so here goes another senti wali post another week, another aimlessly wandering 7 days....since last wednesday --> work followed by awesome dinner with friends, work, allnighter party, drive out of town, little work, work, work followed by nostalgic dinner at a dhaba which goes back 20 years in my life ( the dhaba at refugee market behind my hostel at modern school....some old times)..... days just seem to float past, and each new week, each new day comes back with the same feelings, same old story...high time i changed this pattern.... break free from the shackles, do something different..... way back there was a difficult hindi word that i had learnt - mrigtrishna (mirage), and when i reflect upon the last week capped by the dhaba dinner today...it seems to be the story of my life....that hostel life probably was the age of innocence- of sweet nothings in daily life, of a life sans air conditioners, of a 50 rupee pocketmoney, of cricket sessions in the sun, of simply chatting all night with room-mates, and jumping the school boundary to go get a parantha from the dhaba at 1 in night....there was no hurry, fursat ke din....when we had ambitions, and the urge to achieve them.... when all these sweet nothings had a meaning in everyday life.... that followed engineering, in an era when there were 3 engineering colleges in Delhi-NCR, we were the achievers....cracko.....!!! a job on campus followed by a world tour all paid by the employers under the garb of onsite trips, a stint at IIM where loads of others want to be, a job with a top consulting company, a wallet full of more debit and credit cards that the actual cash i ever carried to the dhaba ( that used to be 3 rupees for an egg paratha, and i carried 5 bucks to the dhaba:)), and at the same dhaba, i was nostalgic, but not happy- not content.....whew.... am i the only cribber, ( i realised that most posts on this blog are cribs) or others feel the same too.....not that I am against parties, against pubs and discs and 5K dinners, but somehow nothing seems to beat the basic parathas n chai on the hostel rooftop....why is it so? even today I want to go higher up in the professional career, and may be i would, I m doing pretty well for myself, I have managed a GOOD(ok people who know me would pounce on me for this) work life balance, and i yearn for a little more.... PS- thank dost, hope u now know why is it called the refugee market, and YES, you were the only girl in refugee market }-)

Another week....projects- professional and personal

well, a happening week it was, projects in real life and professional life, and while the professional project is difficult, the trouble in completing it pales in comparison to what has been the status of my "personal" project....did some good research based work at office, all that remains is to draw conclusions....and well that's the difficult part...but i think i now have the hang of what i would be doing over the next few days...and so it would be over in time, and in line with expectations....market surveys can be done for sectors, minus the sector that is going to define the rest of your life...the market research for the marriage prospects:) ok, back to the oft-flogged topic of marriage....one of my friends skimpy from IIMB, has an amazing series on the entire market and concept of arranged marriage, well, he's the topper of our batch and no wonder the style of writing reflects that....loads of management fundamentals, analysis, cases being presented, but i think i agree with the underlying thread of the series...i do not know how to add a link to one particular article, so here's the link to his blog i am thinking a lot about the kind of girl i should get married to , considering the kind of profiles that get thrust in front of me almost on a daily basis now.....and i realized that this is a problem with no check-lists.....i tried shortlisting girls based on my understanding of the family values....small educated family girls would be better off- i thought since they would be raised in a family similar to ours....similar family values, i maintained that business class families would be a no-no....and that the girl should be decently educated, and by that i meant....either a PG in a decent subject(which means MBA, sciences, English or economics)..., or a professional(the most abused word in the marriage domain...it includes just about anyone and everyone......doctor, engineer, architect, dentists, fashion designer, interior designer, CA, CS, CWA...and i dont know what all...well for me it meant only doctor, engineer and dentists)...again the choice of subjects does mean any bias towards anyone, just this that i thought that these lines of education would probably make the thinking a little common....the above covers a real broad spectrum of girls, and from whatever i understood by talking to the "prospects" and their families is that there is something amiss in this entire arrangement. well, that is something i am pondering about for quite some time, and it seems it needs more thinking....i don't know what to think further, if i be too close ended, that would leave literally no one to choose from....so its the marketing principle coming to the fore....prospect, and then shortlist, and then do a more thourogh research, and then shortlist further, and then finally make the call...provided even you meet the criteria set on the other end for all these tests.....who said marriage was a easy thing...:)

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Wanted to post my suffering at the passport office, but this one is tooooooooooo gud See here