Wander Bay

This time over, I am sharing an excellent example of unprofessionalism from REAL LIFE, which I encountered and probably, had I not have had 3 years of professional experience/ had I been the newly passed out naive graduate, would have fallen for and bam bam bam, be cheated.  So, I get a collaboration request/ work inquiry in mail as a design consultant from a 'very famous' company (as they claim it) 'P**** S***********, at 7:00 pm one Saturday. I am curious and I always look forward to designing.  I read the mail I got and decide i need time to think about it. i do not reply immidiately because I don't think that I should jump before I think, in my profession, taking up everything and not being able to deliver anything at all. So, at 5:00 am the next day ( ahem, a.m and unprofessional identity numero uno ), I get a mail  from the same guy that demands that I 'start work immediately' and 'awaiting my reply soon', ' ASAP ', etc; a kind of i...

Life wasn't nice to me lately. There were problems at work, diseases hounding in on me, people had begun to become shady and annoying, the world was not making sense at all and I was pushed into all of it, at once. There were occasions when all I wanted to do was run away from the maddening crowd and vexing world into a safe zone, home, a hearth and absorb and endorse silence.  My never- ending chest congestion was taking a toll on my appetite, I began eating erroneously, not eating at all sometimes, stopped going to swim or jog which I used to swear by before, I stopped music in my life, stopped traveling, quit reading and tore a few precious books in utter rage at myself. I began distancing from my own folks who I value the most, although they never let me go. The brain truly was crazy working up there. Nothing was helping me and I desperately wanted to end that phase. That phase truly sucked. There were no interventions or escapades. I just had to deal with it. But one day...

This might be a bit interesting. A close friend of mine who is 25, (same as me; pinky pals), is in deep sh*t. Her family has started to hunt for a 'perfect' groom for her and they're running around the matrimony sites with vengeance and a space to fill. She is sad and almost blackmailed into looking the perfect-matches up herself. She toils every evening on the websites herself and if finds a guy remotely a 'good-match', immediately informs her dad. Her dad re-checks it, and contacts them if he finds it okay. She never enjoyed it in the beginning, until she started to find funny things on the sites. She is a hardcore feminist and an atheist, just that she happens to belong to a very traditional mallu Christian family, who have steadfast rules and have reputations to keep ( don't get me wrong, all others have reputations, but these guys value social status a wee bit more, is what she tells me ). Anyway, I once accidentally barged over her desktops while ...