there s nothing as pompous as writing about events that just happened in a blog. i am tempted to write on neev and all that excited me during it, yet it feels like a load of self important shit to do, now that i sit downt to do it.Neev belonged to all those who won stuff in it, for me who did not, it aint that imprtant. i rue that wine bottle i just missed, the couple of t's i just missed and all those 40k prize monies i din come close to winning. and neev wasnt even important, bloody hell getting placed somewhere semi respectable is much more important.anyways. if i remember anything from neev is thinking i could have missed it this year too. kk's concert, agustus final, anoop's interview are among the few things i will remember.
anyways now that neev is over and stark reality of placements, ofn recession, of placements, of low single digit salaries come to wash me over, what was neev. In the best of times, i am depressed, tired and bored. what now. worrying isnt going to get me anywhere, yet i guess not worrying is worse still - the time to panic having arrived already. Of times if i regreted not having done an engineering, of having wasted good years in Dubai, it is now that i feel the pain most. as shortlist after shortlist finds me on the wrong end of shorting, the feeling of inferiority just eats like acid.
I have lesser energy than before,and every negative headline in the newspaper is a personal affront.
