Life can be simpler!!!

Why do people get close, share, enjoy the company and then suddenly some way or the other things become difficult, so much so that its even hard to talk?
Of late things have not turned out to be great. Lots of relations have fell apart and this has left a deep mark on my attitude towards people, i fear a lot now!! things could have been better if not good..life could have been simpler if not smooth.. 'Aisi hi duniya hai to phir aisi yeh duniya kyun hai?'.
Things were great when i was in 2nd year of graduation. Lived my life on my own terms and conditions and enjoyed in the company of myself. Sometimes I tell myself-lets go somewhere...Alone...but i know life will still scare me, it will still follow. The good part is that I still try to be happy and thats why i find even PJ's hilarious and laugh my heart out and whenever i feel like crying-i cut onions..hahaha..i wish that when i move ahead in life, i dont trample on anybody's feeling..i hope that whoever matter to me and to whom i matter, are always beside me to cheer me up when i fall and warn me not to get complacent when i rise...in short, to keep me grounded..
i must accept the fact that 'life still rocks'..as i say always-no matter what the sky has for me, i have the courage to face it..:)

About my placement

Lack of space, prevents me from writing a long story-a true one! As its said-Life is a box of chocolates, you never know what you'll get.

It was end of August (08) when first company (Grail) visited for recruitment. All formally dressed, I went to the placement cell. Excited at the same time nervous. First round as the written round. Somehow I got the hint that there is a short listing criterion. Indeed there was, when Satija announced it, 60% in M.A (P) and Grad level, which I didn't fulfill. I along with some other went out of the class, disheartened. Ashutosh and I waited for Kritika and others in the mass comm dept., frustrated and irritated. Later Kritika and a few others were selected for further rounds to be held at the Noida office. Before this, in class, I had a heated argument with Satija (i am sorry that this happened), as I thought she knew about the short listing criterion beforehand. It was a really really bad experience.

Next, The Smart Cube was slated to come on 17th September .I prepared for the tests the night before and let time to decide. I thought black trouser and new white shirt will change my luck. Instead, I was out in the first round itself. Second heartbreak! Irritation, anger, frustration, self pity-sad state of mind. Divya Satija announced India Infrastructure is visiting the next day (18th September)-and I thought it's my last chance. But obviously, I was feeling extremely low and no encouragement did pep me up. 4:30pm: Kritika, Kaushiki and Shalini got through-selected. It was decided –I will not tell to anyone about the company visits. Just after the result was announced, it rained heavily. Ashutosh left around 5.30pm, Shalini waited for d.b., so I decided not to leave her alone and so Kritika and I waited too. After Shalini left, we took an auto and reached Hudco Place at around 8.30pm, rain! jam! Kritika gave me slippers and umbrella. Splitting headache-I slept around 11pm after Kritika's desperate attempt to boost my morale and get ready for the next day. She failed and I slept without preparing.

As soon as a I got up, I wrote a small article on inflation and kept it so that I could show it to the India Infrastructure people. Blue shirt (IIIII) and black pant-luck!. Reached half an hour early and read whatever Kritika gave me (which she prepared till 1am). Round 1-interview, nervously I went into the room, but somehow I managed not to show my jittery feeling to them. Interview was good. Selected for the written round-I was gaining confidence. Wrote four pages on 'Rise in oil price and subsequent fall-teaching to developing countries'. Out of 7, 4 were selected for final round. I was one of the four. I said-I can do it. 2 rounds of interview followed and half an hour later result was announced. One was selected-Sharif Qamar. I couldn't believe it. I didn't know how to react. Soon after I told this to Ammi followed by others. I was ecstatic and am still. Kritika stayed throughout the day as my driving force!!!!

Sharif-26th September, Enroute tohome.

''My Epitaph''

'Lying six feet under, i am saved from earthly storm and thunder'

Here's a Man who lived by his principles..

Gave back what he got from others..

Was satisfied with whatever he got ..

Never complained of what he lost..

For everything that came in his way, he gave his best..

Who cared for the family and the rest..

-sharif

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