Metamorphosis

One day you sit in your exam hall. . . take your relationship marketing paper. . get out. . walk around. . exchange the "easy tha" glance. . and get ready for the post exam party!!!

2 days later. . you are quiet. . anxious. . excited. . curious. . wide eyed. It your first day at job.

This journey was more like teleportation. . a jiffy and your world is changed!!!

I can now empathize with a baby sparrow who begins its flying lessons. . .a push and its out there. .quiet. .anxious. . excited. . curious. . wide eyed!!!

Friends, family, well wishers, bosom cronies. . . all stick beside you. .going gaga over your new life. . but standing at the other side of the threshold. You share as much as you can with them, what you cant control are the flooding thoughts, thoughts so loud you fear someone will hear them.

The most nagging thought is. .'what next?'. . You knew what was after school, you knew what was after college, you knew what ummm...well...sorta..after MBA, but what now? You are here. .at your office. .wondering if this is it? Not that the job doesnt give a dynamic life, its just that sometimes you really want to know what the next pitstop. .

To top it all there still is the MBA hangover (ofcourse the not-so-good aspects). I mean, which director of a company is used to a dozing faccha right under his nose??. . .Long story. .

Weekends are GOD. . . Casuals are freedom. . .Shouting out aloud is divine (The latter most ofcourse is subjective :P)

Do not get me wrong. . I love my job

But one never knows. . Such initial experiences are not highly indicative. . .we can wait. . while we live the not-so-simple life. . while we go through the metamorphosis. . . . :)