Someone is a lil high

Out from the nascent tinges came a rose...

So red and so sweet...

I stood there noticing nothing but it

I no longer cared there were piercing thorns around it..
The blood was worth the pluck.

I'm Happy, you're not?

Words left unspoken,
Things left undone.
No kisses stolen,
No promises made.

Just the warmth of your breath,
The touch of your hand.
Just the sparkle in your eye,
The smile on your face.

I'd Live I'd Die,
Just for another magical moment like this!

He is an American. He is young. He is very ambitious. He is hardworking. He is very deserving. He is very Smart, smarter than most others of his age. He might be better than most of us. But, he is in trouble. He doesn't have a job.

I meet him in every Career fair, every Info Session, before most of my interviews. We wish each other good luck. And I would not say this, If I did not mean it, but I really hoped he got the job.
I bumped into him again yesterday. He said, You're here again. Please don't take my job. Damn I'm scared of you guys. All you guys are grads. I'm underqualified.
He said, I interviewed with DB. He said it was some Indian interviewer. I knew it was Sesh. He said, it went well. Wonder why I got reject. I felt sorry.
He said, "I want to work in NY. I don't want to go anywhere else. I am graduating in May. I need a job. My mom says don't worry. But, I really need this. And with this economy, Sigh! Well, if the economy does not improve in the next few years, people won't have money to go to college. So nobody will have a degree, and then maybe I will be better qualified, and hope to find a job. I can't wait so long though. "

I said something. Tried to give him some reassurance. He just then heard from BlackStone. He got rejected. Nothing that I said, could help him. I left.

He was leaving, he came to my desk. Said Bye, said good luck for Bloomberg! Told how he always wanted to work for them. How he applied for internship, got rejected. Full time, no luck! He told me to make most of it. Wished me for DB. Told me not worry and gave me confidence.

He left. Later, sends me a message, wishing good luck again, and tells me to not hurt myself again!

I felt helpless. Can I do something?

Still the one

As strange as it may sound, Sapna even now, Whenever I hear this song, I am reminded of you and not a guy. I remember the first time we heard this song, how we googled the lyrics, and used to hum all day long. Times changed and probably the what it meant to us also changed. But in more than one way, I think I should dedicate the song to you.

For Good times!!

Looks like we made it
Look how far we've come my baby
We mighta took the long way
We knew we'd get there someday

They said, "I bet they'll never make it"
But just look at us holding on
We're still together still going strong

You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're the one I want for life
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night

Ain't nothin' better
We beat the odds together
I'm glad we didn't listen
Look at what we would be missin'

I'm so glad we made it
Look how far we've come my baby

If only

Everything I ever wanted, It felt so real.
Dreams they say, are a perception of the mind.
I just hope it comes true.
I've never got up with so much energy before.
I have never written a blog at 6:53 am.
I am making no sense.
I don't care.
Can you read my mind?

Reality check

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Tie Scraf, the puneri style. Run up again, One last look in the mirror.
Start my Dio. And on Mumbai Pune highway. The 2 min ride spoils my hair.
I stop 500 ft. from Suraj, check my hair again. Ok clear. Get rid of the scarf.
I see a car in front. I see someone sitting in the driver's seat, adjusting the AC, fidgeting with the music.
I park right next to it. Lock my dio, check my self one last time in the mirror.
Go to the car, open the door.



Daya says," Hurry up, I'm already late.The test is scheduled at 2"
I said, "Hmm.."

Reality checks, you need them.

The vicious circle

I met Mohnish at 7: 50 7+5+ 0 = 12
We take Exit 12 to get on to I 287 again.
We took Exit 21 to get off it.
21 + 1 = 22 is Ronak's and Vaidehi's favourite number.
22 * 22 = 484. 484 is the number of minutes I had left on Reliance, when I spoke to dad this morning.
We spoke for 48 minutes the longest I have spoken since I am here.
4+8 = 12 again

Which is equal to 7 + 5.

And, guess what it is 7:50 right now.

And they say its coincidence.

:)