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Even more crossroads, decisions and dilemmas

Life is strange. Always has been. And that is what should be. Life is not supposed to be a bed of roses. It would have been plain boring had it been so. You may whine a lot and say out loud that you wished your life was easier but you know how it feels when you absolutely have nothing going on. I mean, yes, there are times when you shut yourself down, but that is deliberate. When Life imposes quiet on you, you always feel uneasy. You think either this is the calm before the storm or worse, you feel you will never have nothing to do or stuff like that. It is depressing.

After leaving my job ( a pretty lucrative one) and going for my Masters, I am rapidly arriving at yet another crossroads. I need to make new decisions again. I like taking decisions. Makes me feel in control. Though I ain't a control freak, but the ability to think for oneself with a certain amount of authority makes one feel pretty good. I am no exception. But it is unsettling. It is true that the Institute is quite decent and the placement options are many, but what do you do when you are not hundred percent sure about going for the placements in the first place? Well, you just go with the flow, hoping that you will be able to make your mind up en route. That's what I think as of now.

What I have decided is simple. So far that is. If I get a good package job anywhere, I am going to take it. Otherwise, I will get a cushion of a few months to travel to a foreign university of some repute to pursue my PhD. Sounds ridiculous right? I know. But nothing better comes to my mind as of now.

I need a lot of work, some luck and blessings. But then, who does not?

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