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filled bottles in the fridge during summers. I hate doing that. Really. If I had
to make a list of chores I hate, it would be like: 1. My job, 2. Filling bottles,
3. Taking care of an infant. They are sticky, leaky, and germy. I rest my case.

Try and go back to your parents and tell them that you’ve quit your job
today. That is the moment you’ll know seeking support is like seeking a
mirage. Only you can support yourself, you do not need anyone.

Job is not the problem. Our mentality is flawed in the first place. We get
an MBA to seek jobs. Why don’t we think of setting our own business? I am
happy that my colleague Shikhar is doing so.

I often feel blue. Mid-week blues hit you harder after you’ve enjoyed a
long weekend road-tripping. It is like finding light at the end of a tunnel, but
when you get to it, it is nothing but a light bulb, a dead end. The worst thing
is not the false hope, the worst thing is that the light bulb is incandescent
not LED, and now even Greta is disgusted by you.

But guess what, my life is going to be a road trip from now on.
I often wonder what if people could pursue different courses at different
times in their lives. How hilarious would it be if a doctor behaves like a

lawyer, or a dentist finally like a doctor?
I should have asked these questions prior to making one of the most
expensive decisions of my life. If only Quora was live in those days.

I wonder if these unfortunate series of events in my life could be undone
and if I could have the option to choose my career again, would anything be
different? I was surrounded by such thoughts quite a lot, more so after a
stretched vacation or a bad day at office!

The carefree life of kids makes me jealous. They don’t live in constant
fear of rejection and judgement. They don’t have to think of the
consequences and ramifications of their acts. They just let it be. There is no
security. The colourful picture we call life is fucked and is completely
staged against you, and in the end all we need for a good night’s sleep is
our mother’s warm hug.

We always settle for less!

Like how we serve our guests on the best plates but feed ourselves off the
worst. You would settle for a career choice that might not be yours but
someone else’s. If you come from a middle-class family, it will most
certainly be your family’s.