Ok let’s go back to study

College was fun for most of us. (Taken into account my recent sting of b-school applications and the art of approaching the guess estimate question I would consider an outlier of 15%) Bunk classes, go to the hangout at nearby tea stall down the hostel road, conveniently located to puff a smoke, where none of the profs you meet in classes visit. Planned trips and unplanned midnight trips were the frequently visited pages. And it’s been ages you have travelled to a  new place now. The last one was almost 9-10 months ago.

So you are fucking 26 now, your girlfriend has either left for a more settle guy (apparently a guy who earns more than you) or convincingly you never had one (better to have loved and lost, than not loved at all?). You have been working on the same shit project for some time, its almost 3 years now. Nothing in this world excites you now. You don’t have anything to look forward to. You had some recent interest. But they are all locked down deep inside you. The DSLR you bought, after paying a 6 month EMI at 3.5% of Interest is safely put in your cupboard; turns out that you realized you are not that great an artist or may be you just had that realization which uttered “Every other fucker thinks he is some photographer and can start a photography club” Subconsciously you don’t want to remind of your normal life. Nothing is diverse and different if a whole bunch of people start to doing it. Why the hell in the world did so many of your friends turned to photography. Damn the fuckers .

Well than what ? Time for something new ? Different ? Interesting ? You are as clueless as the fucking politicians.

How about a Masters in US (fuck yeah) That feels so comforting all of a sudden.

The monotony of life is just unbearable. You dream of dating white chicks, clubbing in Los Angeles, California. Oh wait you can have a cool summer trip in Germany. Basically you drift away from yourself. You want something new in life. The current scheme of things doesn’t works at all.

Of course Masters or popularly abbreviated as MS is the perfect choice. It not only offers a degree but also a chance to settle in foreign land, should you want to chose later. That fantasy is so cool.

So the next logical step is start studying for GRE, learn by heart the every damn word in the English dictionary. Solve all the filthy sentence correction question. Master the art of doing Reading comprehension if you don’t understand a shit.

Or wait option 2. you threaten quitting if your project doesn’t initiates H1B. “Onsite, here I come!”

6 months later you start missing home-made coffee, the midnight walk to nearby tea stalls, your friends talking shit after getting piss drunk in the local bar.  The list eventually starts getting as long as you stay in foreign land.

Everything has changed.