Gradually Graduating...

One of ma female friend sent me this one...her writings are so 'Cute' just like her Pheww!! Don't miss the high lighten "Passport" scene!!

Remember the time when you were at college with your friends having fun. Then suddenly, you wonder what you would do when you graduate; you bite your lips.

Watching the campus-recruitment announcements become your favorite passtime. No flirting, no masti, no time for any fun. Your quest for information about companies of your interest, meet your seniors, get hold of sample test papers, study and more study. Your best friend becomes your competitor. Every time you miss a campus recruitment opportunity, you curse yourself. Oh, hell! You sulk for a week. Oh, sigh!

Internal exams drain you off your energy; board exams bring such relief that you plan a vacation. Back of your mind, "GET A JOB!" flashes every second. you sit in a movie hall, enjoying the movie,and then your mind flashes, "JOB!" You prepare your resume, apply to
every other company, and run from post to pillar in search of a job. Try, try, and try hard for an opportunity.

After you find a decent job, you want to excel and move up the ladder. You forget to notice the handsome, eligible bachelors at your office. Why? 'Cos you are profession-oriented; no time for
relationships. When you look at your friends polishing their nails, grooming themselves, and flirting with every other guy, you feel disgusted. When then come with their stupid love-breakup stories, "oh lord," you say.

While you succeed in your job, they sulk in their relationships. But they say, "Listen, work is not everything. Get into a relationship. It's an experience!"

Not that you don't have fun; just that your goals are different. You nod your head and say, "Dearies, I have responsibilities. My man is a special one. I'll find him." Another thing they do to brighten your dull life is to introduce you to their guy friends, guy friends' friends, their brothers or any stranger.

When they see you focused, they sigh, "We give you. Go to hell!" You laugh and hug them.

After a few years, you have become aunt to many little darlings (you friends' kids)! Their darling parents will again try to introduce you to new strangers.

"You dear don't you want to settle down?" they ask. You sigh. You stare at their concerned faces. You tap the desk. You twist your nose. You walk around.

Remember, they are watching you. You, then, sit still and look into their eyes. "Are you in love?" pops the question. You ask, "ME?" You wink and let your mind create a damn good romantic story.

"Oh well..." you begin. They are attentive; all ears. You clear your throat and cough a softly. One of them spring up to fetch you water; oh, look how curious they are! You gulp down the water. Then you begin your story; you should sound real, "I met a guy..." Before you complete your sentence, they bombard you with questions, "WHAAAAAT? WHO? WHERE? WHEN? HOW? WHY?"

You roll your eyes; you plot needs to be well-planned. You excuse yourself, "I'll your your rest room. Need to pee..." Did you hear that, "ARGH! She finds excuses! ALWAYS!" You can hear them arguing, "You should have put sense into her head."

And, you, moron, lock yourself in the bathroom for an hour; counting the corners of the room! Haha! "Are you done??" you hear them call. Decide your next story-line. Walk brave. Relax. So, you sit and then continue with your story.

You describe the guy; "Brown eyes, sharp nose, full lips..." Tell them you met him in the airport when you traveled abroad. Tell them about how you liked his smile. Tell them this, that, and everything. Don't give them a chance to interrupt you, remember. Go on and on and on. At one point, you realize they are engrossed in your words.

That's the time when you slightly blush. Tell them that they brought back fond memories and you n-e-e-d to give him a call. Excuse yourself and run out of their house.

"When you walk on the calm roads, you smile at the fact that they failed to realize that you don't have a passport." You discovered something, "HEY!I am gonna change my profession! I should write a few novels!" So, again, you go from post to pillar with your manuscripts.

Sigh, your hunting continues... job or man?

Mr.H