Errrrr . . . . .

I've come back to Hyderabad and no complaints, It's home and does feel like home to me, new phone number, an other phone, decent mode of transport, raging heat (The new Testament album is out, called The Formation of Damnation and Currently playing : Liar Of The Minotaur - Juggernaut Of Metal), financial data and worse logical confusion, everything prevails, I cannot believe 2 months in here, will make a lot of things different. Firstly, I wonder what exactly will i do during my summer's, I did submit a memo of things that I would want to do at the organisation and I hope they would oblige, got to go at 1:30 to their office today and check the status of my request, Oh by the way, I would be working here - www.sharemicrofin.com

Today is third day away from Bangalore and it seems like I've never been to Bangalore and have always had pals there, calling up everyone felt like a stranger, the hostel flats were footsteps away where shadows crossed the borders easily, here, its different and there is nothing that would remind you of feeling that existed back then, the weather's always been pleasant there and was widely appreciated by one and all, the hailstorm, just before Marketing examination of the IIIrd Trimester had, had everyone in a different world alltogether, the things at college gave no relief, everyone had to bow down to the almighty Placement and Training Cell, the one's who didn't usually had themselves stuck in situations at times, anyways, thats too early to talk about.

Just hope the internship thing goes well and I learn something new here, everytime a senior tells that its just his summer's that was stressed in the interview room, it skips coupla beats in my heart, I mean summer's meant to be done, I know in a fairly good way but making it the centre point of the interview is foolishness rather meaningless, Interviews are probably the worst things that have happened to human kind, I wouldnt say the same to Telephonic interviews, thank God, there they would not worry what I am wearing of the gestures that I would be doing while answering the telephone call, I mean getting into the interview room itself is a big deal in life, I assure you its not difficult, but it's not that easy too and the transition from one stage of it to the other can happen in a second, yup that's what happens when one wears the shirt of his choice or forget's to shine one's shoes.

Life's very fair, it gives you good number of chances to learn or to be unfair with people, leave alone things, they neither react or teach you things, its the people that are around you, who one fine day, will come to your rescue or make you want some one else to come to your rescue, people are such double edged assets to oneself, you would not want to lose them and at the same time you would not want to have them by your side all the time and when you dont, they would want to be with you or by your side, sometimes I think the intellectual quotient that the country should technically have has been deteriorating, I understand the funda about India's population is now oddly distributed with the youngsters being around 40% or something i.e till the age range of 30, If i can say that, so one fine day our politician will on an average be 45, a great achievement and some day, there would be an act to protect the interests of the old or maybe central supported old age home's. I have no idea why I'm saying it, but I see it coming and I dont like it.

! ! ! ! ! I honestly dont know what else to write . . . .