a group of 4 men who meet for coffee between matches and see each other through the ups and downs of their careers. one a wide-eyed young handsome chocolate-faced kid who believes that spin bowling will change the face of cricket, a rugged handsome player of a fast bowler, the wicket keeper who is stuck on a female-Ms. Big like person, and Miranda can be the star opening batsman. wudn’t we girls like that better than the done to death new york city stereotypes? Yes, i am talking about cashmere mafia. most unimpressed, but not disappointed becoz i was kinda sixth-sensing it wud suck.
on the other hand wats going on in the india/australia series is so much more juicy. just not fast paced enough and harbhajan singh? really? monkey? really? if saurav ganguly were to be in his place… now thats something i’d wake up on a sunday morning to watch.
its rough going right now, as its that time of the year when you have to start looking for summer employment and almost EVERYONE else seems to have better prospects than me. I’ve been dinged from even an interview with the firm i like the most and i have spent exactly 425 hrs going over what i did wrong to lead to my misery. there is ofcourse the resume that u have to live with, but there are the 1167 other things like not shaking the hand firmly enough, and holding the hand for a second more than is necessary and speaking a decibel too loud. because obviously all these things matter. even more guilt inducing is the fact that i am very very VERY jealous of my dumb and dumber classmates who did get interviews with them.
its also vaguely disturbing that right now losing weight seems to be more important to me than preparing for the one interview that i do have. how do u get yourself to do anything other than spend all day in bed with numerous back issues of US weekly, when all your hard work seems to have gone wasted. the daily trip to the gym in between issues seems loaded with purpose.
new year, new blog, and lots of issues to deal with. nuf said.