Finally I am kicking some ass at the office.Everything is falling in its place.Meeting targets,creating a good rapport,getting contacts...well it is all happening.It is no longer boring.After some three years finally I am getting job satisfaction.Touch wood !!
Apart from work,there is hardly anything to talk about.Socialising is next to negligible.Don't have a place to stay and living life like a rolling stone.Met up with some friends yesterday.Had a career centric conversation after ages.Hopefully I will make it big in a few months time.
Missing home a bit.Well.....quite a lot.Even memories of Marine lines haunt me at times.Those days in the PG,loud music,going to Xavier's in the evening,the conversations till morning...I miss them a lot.I hate to admit it but still can't get over those days.I am not sure whether I should try to get over it or whether I should cherish those sweet memories. I never wanted things to go so wrong.Still wonder where did I go wrong.I don't want to sit and cry about my past,but it (past) always crops up whenever I am happy.Maybe I am being punished for everything I did in the past....It's easy to say that I should leave my past behind ,but somehow or the other it never leaves me,it's just like a shadow whom you can't leave behind.
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