being me...

amazing...i think i wrote this a year back... and never posted it
It’s been almost close to 10 months since I last blogged.. well not techinically..i discovered a post which on my laptop written on the 24th of Now

Its been a while…switched jobs.In fact just joined my new job a few days back.I’m slowly learning the ropes .I’m the newbie,the fresher,the kid that’s constantly asking questions.From their eyes I know that they are sometimes surprised at my enthusiasm but still indulge me by answering my questions with utmost patience.They know the fire will die out soon and I will slowly find my feet and place in the organization.

But my new job is not what this post is about.Just saw a movie called the breakfast club about 5 misfits of different kinds who have to spend an entire day in detention and they are supposed to write and essay about who they are.Ok,Im no longer a lanky teenager but am just wondering how we…my generation define ourselves.

I look into myself .Does my job define me,my friends ,the people who I hang out with ,the places I go to. Do I cave in to the pressure to look a particular way,to dress a particular way …yes it happens even when ure 26.I think we never outgrow the whole feeling of competing against each other.When we’re older it becomes jobs and then we use our children by tom toming about their achievements around town.

When I passed out of B-school we were defined if not remembered for our take home salaries and organizations we were supposed to join. That defined our success and failure. As I grow older its not only about the 6 figure salary but also about the man you manage to snag or the number of men you have managed to snag!!

Its sad.. but true..i look into my closet and see clothes I once bought thinking they were nice but am too afraid to ever wear it again in public..The thing is none of us really understand the importance of being ourselves.We ride the wave like others do…Im guilty of it too.At the end of the day..its upto us.

Very few people have the courage.I envy them.