Ever heard of the musician who who got marooned on an island inhabited by people with no ears ?
He hung up his fiddle and took up cobbling.
I see no inspiration, I hear the term 'Sour Grapes' which I totally ignore.
I see no hope.
Now I am become evil, the corrupter and the corrupted.
I am selling out. Yes, I have finally decided to write the GMAT, in a while. Now, some of my friends already knew this, but I was just kidding till now. Now I mean business.
So tomorrow begins my GMAT 'prep'
I hate this shit. But it must be done.
I finally woke up and faced the fact that in India, a degree and a good paying job are the only factors that people look at. A BE from a decent college ain't enough Dorothy.
It doesn't matter that your IQ is a cool 148 (WAIS-III)
It doesn't matter that you can read and write 6 languages and can speak more.
It doesn't matter that you quit your job and now do community service for free.
You need to have a job. Otherwise you are a loser. As simple as that. Learn to live with it.
I am a loser =(
Listening to Not my kind of girl - Zero