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Bulletproof... I wish I was

Fate has called on me, delivered his usual crushing uppercut & made a quick exit. This being the first post of 2009, there was a hankering to write something cheery, hope-filled or some such sentiment. Instead, thanks to the disturbingly consistent Kafka-esq existence that is my life, I am writing this.

See here folks, I'd always wanted to come back to India... to work & and to live. However, wistful romanticism apart, one has to face up to reality. Being 26 and jobless, with degrees that can only be of some use in that Alice-in-Wonderland aka the Non-profit / development sector, is scary. Not only that, all and sundry are working (happily or otherwise), bringing in various parts of the swine. Leaves one wondering about one's purpose in the greater scheme of things and all that.

So, I did what I thought was enough i.e. interviewed with an NGO in Bombay and was eventually given an offer. So far, so good one would think. Then, this happened. At this juncture, any semblance of intelligence should have indicated that things were going pear-shaped but when one is determined to get one's way, life's little banana skins are there to be laughed at. So, I did what the very first living organism in the universe did not; I made the stupid decision.

I hotfooted it back to India on the strength of vague transcontinental conversations held with the the project coordinator at the NGO (which shall be nameless) who assured me in between her mumblings that there was nothing to worry. Which, as we all know, should have told me that I ought to be shivering in my socks with worry. Again, I plead sheer idiocy. Which, inevitably, Fate does not give a shit about.

The coup de grâce came today at precisely 3:06 pm. In between my "what the... why the... but, but, buts..." came the gentle announcement that the NGO was initially looking to hire someone ('someone', mind you, not even 'me') in January but were now looking to do so in February.

Late February.

Comprehensively KLPD'ed. And if you are not in the know, that can be roughly explained as the equivalent of taking a sledgehammer to what has tried to pass itself off as my fledgling career, while I look on, grinning foolishly.

In all seriousness, if any of you is aware of any NGO looking to hire, do let me know.

Happy New Year ?? Yea, right.

Song for the moment: Lucky Man - The Verve

Comments

gt said…
Theres a little place in bangalore called pecos....it specialises in giving a wonderful perspective to anything...come down
15 January 2009 at 15:41
Anonymous said…
I second GT's comment! What say?! Why don't you drag Kisstij and come?!?! Will help you view things from a different perspective! Needless to say, my doors are always open for you guys to pile on ;)
16 January 2009 at 21:42
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