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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness; it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity; it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness; it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair; we had everything before us, we had nothing before us; we were all going directly to Heaven, we were all going the other way." –Charles Dickens

This is exactly how my two years in Delhi have gone by. Lifes speeding by so fast off late that it feels like I have lost all control over my own life. On the other hand it feels stuck in a rewind & repeat mode day after day.

I used to be one of those people who found the concept of turning 30 quite undreadful. And now as I’m inching closer to this milestone I’m kinda freaked out. It’s more like ‘Are you kidding me, I’m 30 already, but I just started, has it been that many years?

It’s a crazy overworked chain of thoughts in my head. Every day when I head to work, its like an obligation I want to get over with.

I like my organization, I m ok with my work, but it just doesn’t give me a kick. It doesn’t even pay me well so that I can cut all this crap & spare u as well.

In a recent office workshop, we discussed at length about a simple word ‘TALENT’ Skills, knowledge; it all can be acquired, but not talent. It’s either there or not.

Now I still haven’t got it figured out. I have thought long & hard over it. But nada,I cud not find ne talent in myself which was so great that I cud make a career out of it. My singing hurts my own ears, my dancing skills can only be made public under the dim disc lights, don’t remember playing ne sport so excelling at it is out of ques, don’t make the cut for being a participant on any reality shows being aired , what else, u name it, I haven’t got it.

It’s a bad deal. I’m telling u God, that it is a really bad deal. What do u say about renegotiating??