Elegantly wasted

This post has been on hold for the past 3 months for that is how long I have been without doing anything much other than writing test cases (in case you are wondering it is the only technical term that people can associate me with these days) . Gone are the days when I tried to understand some electrical axiom or a number conundrum. Still a novice in my field of work and I already spite the work , the people around me , the work place , the bus that takes me to that place , the cattle class food that I am served for lunch, the perpetual boredom , the subjugation (which does not alter the fact that I am out of a school) , my personal computer in office (which requires a nut punch to boot). Oh my bad...I have to mention the only good thing in this cradle of utmost atrocity - the long weekends (yes I have Saturdays off).

Its a matter of self-realization that kills me right now . Those who know me also know that one thing , I am not a cynic . But this seems to be the only way to vent my feel of guilt - Take the Cabbage Avatar . I am right now coined as a person following a banal career path . Successful may it be but what is the point when it contradicts all of my convictions .

It all starts with an honest effort to do your best but slowly you are reduced to a minion because that is when you realize working does not pay much in these institutions . I may be direly wrong but I cannot stop thinking about my potential being wasted . All this work for a meager remuneration which ( I empathize with ) my friends have to give away along with a little more from their parent's pockets to pay their advance and monthly rent in a few absurd deserted places...thats a whole different story within this loop of agony. ( essence of fragmentation :P)

I could just get out and indulge myself in some 'whacked out sport' . The joy ephemeral as it may be but worth all the risk , money and time. I could do my bit in this panoramic world of music..a tribute to all those years I spent learning . I could do so much that I cannot fathom..only if I had the time (not that I lack the enthusiasm) .

To think that being ambitious deepens the laceration . This is not only for me but to all those who feel the same and I am quite positive there are many. On a positive note now I am more inspired towards my goal . Moreover it is a good learning experience . Its a filtering exercise . This particular field I must say is pretty much off course but in demand....its good for those who enjoy destruction and re-creation but after 4-5 years of slog . Not for the experimental ones like myself .
As I had quoted before , someone once told me - "your first job is always the wrong one" .
Now I know why...

My period of 'jabulani'

Jabulani is a Zulu word meaning "rejoice". It is often used as a first name, and in that context is often shortened to "Jabu".
- courtesy wikipedia ( aka 'the only place I practically refer to')

Its about time the football fever drains off . As we are close to the end of making of a tiny bit of perfectly exquisite history . It has been a fearful month of anxiety..hate to make the comparison but everyone irrespective of the sex has gone through a series of hormone triggered emotions like a pregnant woman..only not as scary . You might think why am I writing this even before the finals but the team I support got out in the semis . Ze Germans put up a very strong front and the defense as far as I reckon was rock hard but the Spaniards were impregnable .

Albeit soccer is a fun game , even for those who do not follow every inch of it every year or those who watch it once in four years (count me in for both). The sound of World Cup in itself indicates a very huge convention universally,at least mentally if not physically . Its a marvelous excuse to avoid the slow death in your morbid workplaces or cut yourself from the lifetime supply of traumatizing misadventures . In my case it was an icing in my choco-vanilla cake as the final term of engineering got over and the next day onwards it was the Jabulani .
The month long rejoice was a much needed welcome after being victim to all the culinary procedures ( inclusive of grilling , heating , stirring , cutting and boiling ) for four long years...
Now this reminds of the cabbage's wrath...ohh deviation is my weakness . That is a different story which delves deep in the roots of Roman mythology and in no way relevant to the presiding topic .

Coincidence it has to be . It is the end of a seemingly big thing ( ie your college) and the beginning of one even bigger ( your actual life) .. And what is better than kicking it off with some frolic , adrenaline rush and the Jabulani .

Cheers

Blessings from holy cabbage:
may the best win and may the octopus be cooked up in a furnace

End of sabbatical

I can hardly promise that I wont get back to taking sabbaticals , circumspect of my indolence and non-virtual de-jure ventures . Not that anybody would care if I write , and this I say not because of my cynical self but de-facto my practical self . Just realized the use of the 2 de's I made .
I write this to celebrate the ' new look ' that marks the stupendous changes I have made to this portal . As a cabbage you got to do a lot to gather attention . Reading and learning just got more interesting fellas . Keep reading to know more.