“I woke up today, a fine cold Sunday it was. The heater was set just at the right temperature and I wouldn’t have gotten out of bed if it weren’t for my bladder. While my tea was getting ready, I opened Outlook on my phone and I started checking my emails. That’s the life of a student nowadays, it seems. Check mails, see rejections from companies and then pray to god that someone will hire you at some point.”
“While I was surprised that no company tried to lower my confidence, I also suspected that something’s wrong and there it was — for a moment’s time I forgot that it wasn’t a business day. Also, I applied to a few places before Friday so whatever machine wanted to reject my resume; already did. It’s just like George on Seinfield said, ‘My goal is to become hopeless.’ Bye.”
With this, she hung up the call and there I was, lying in my bed, regretting my every decision on making her my best friend and I went back to bed. After an hour or so, I realized that it was no dream that 4 months have already passed and my new address still seems a little strange. There are usually big addresses in India and when I shifted to United States, I just got a one line address. It’s really appealing to me because whenever someone asks me how to reach me, I feel like I take less time speaking my address than my number.
I was sipping coffee when I read the same unread messages from notifications that people sent me last night. It’s hilarious how I am actually being connected with people so as to make friends while I am already here trying to figure out the responses I want to give to my old ones. It’s not tough but the answers become vague enough to convert a friendship to just a ‘Hi, what’s up? Nothing much.’ one. I despise that. But what shall I say? Hi, I am good. Just ordered a take-out for the umpteenth time?! Now, that statement will be great if I were in my hometown wherein it’s usually an event or a Saturday night where my folks and I used to order take0out and have fun. But here, I am ordering take-out because I don’t have enough time to cook.
So as to conclude, I would just leave other things up to your imagination while I go back to bed thinking I have not done enough.
