Evolving as a professional......

Right....its only eight days left for me before I start a new life......which I believe is a decent way to say that in a matter of eight days I would actually be employed... you know....people always talk about different
phases of life.......milestones....turning points....and I always used to listen to them without paying much heed to all those
high sounding monotones which somehow lacks the more lively harmonics of sound........okay I accept...back then it was
kinda boring and following my rather caustic sense of humour....had received quite a bit of silent slanders from me......yeah back then....its funny actually how I describe these events that had occured not more than three weeks ago as 'back then'....its even more ludicrous as how these few weeks seem to make me much older than I actually am.......and the transformation
has been in different stages.....first there was this odd sense of excitement about going to a new city and the unlimited amount of freedom of having a new apartment of your own where it is upto you to decide wether the drapes would be light green or dark chrome........where you can indulge in a lot of things that is somehow not so convenient right now.....then there was these outrageous rumors about all the million things under the sun and our frenzy of actually involving into it even if we knew there is hardly any shred of reality into it.......and we plunge ourselves among the confusing labyrinth of the internet to gather even more 'dirt' and meaningless possibilities out of them...and somehow all these internet hunts never seem to yeild anything other than a collection of ads about "find your love compatibility"....."matrimonials"...."find out who is waiting for you" or "hundreds of jobs for you".....I think you know what pops out every time you log out of your mail.....I remember searching for the actual status and position of the company I was going to join and I ended up in the webpage of a guy who is actually working there and following a link in that page I had somehow landed somewhere displaying the vital stats of a number of actresses working in a number of B-movies.......so I decided to give it a break and as usual chatted about this whole 'talk in the air' with an equally baffled and confused friend of mine......so the next stage is serious contemplation about the pros and cons of all the options available at hand and it never fails to surprise me how every time the options other than what I had selected seem to be carrying more 'sense' and 'wisdom'......and the situation worsens with each passing day untill more out of frustration of being rather helpless, we actually buy the tickets for flight...and ultimately reconcile to the beleif on the certain entity called the 'faith' and decide just to 'get on with it'...and refuge under the umbrella of the big name that the company has........that marks the fourth stage......okay...there were few uphill moments in this so called transformation like a number days of getting wasted in a friend's joint......few old school reunions.....and stuff like that untill one fine evening it actually dawned upon us it is infact the end of our days of tattered shorts having horrendous brands.....worn out jeans....round neck T-shirts and cheap cigerettes and we indulge in several days of window shopping and couple of days of actually bying few varieties of them....albeit much cheaper and that too wonderfully synchronized with the time of n percent discount on every purchase and baits like 'buy one and get one free'....thanks to all those considerate businessmen successfully plotting an economic imperialism under the banner of 'SALE' just by swapping the tag of lets say 'Rajababu shirts' with...err...'John Miller' or 'Turtle'.......basically just a western name..........then comes the difficult and the more painful stage when our wonderfully dreamy and excited parents actually transfer years of their savings into our own personal account to help us 'stand on our feet'....basically a carte-blanche or a free ticket for being the prodigal son......and when even that is over....its only eight days left.......and all you can do is to make promises like quitting the fag which you are sure not to comply with and just sit before the internet.....and go on refreshing the pages of orkut as pictures after picture of our 'friends' change with each hour and suddenly you decide to jot these wonderfully wasting and ofcourse tiring train of thoughts which even you are sure no body would care to acknowledge with even a rude dismissive comment....so its just you and your counting days.......