what am i doing writing this while my friend as old as me 's making as much as i do in a yr, in a month???so... is it the money?..nah it cannot be that...cos as far as i knowme ive never ever regretted for not having enough, never complained about not havingan ipod , well u know wha i mean..frankly i dont even think its sane, commiting urself to a bare minimum of 15 hours a day ormuch much more, losing count of the sun n the stars, forgetting who ur friends are, ...is it worth all those sleepless nites?... really?
yes it is. cos its a dream, a moment of being really wanted by all those foreign investment bankers,a lifetime of being branded, calling urself an IIM graduate, making those u love proud....thats what it is, thats when it all really pays off.
I dont really hate what i am doing, im getting close to loving my job, but its not what i want. this is what i learned to want... which makes me jus about normal. Thats the catch. i dont want to be normal. No i dont.she's living everything ive ever dreamed of. whether or whether not im capable of living that, is a whole new concept.she's one of my best buds, so jealousy...nah ... its more of a yearning. yea thats it..