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Placement, higher education or my own business

Challenging times are back. And this time I have got a few options. Not sure that this is a good thing or not. I am honestly in a fix and at times fewer options may be better. Not that I am actually complaining much. This was something that I predicted back in the day as well. In fact I worked to have these options open for myself. But now that they are here, I am hoping that I figure out what I want.

One option is simple - go for the placements, sit for all the tests. Hopefully I will get through one of the interviews. Then I get a decent job and that's about it.

The other option is to look for higher studies. There are opportunities that are there. I have offers from Japan and some really chances in Israel. I can also sit for the tests like GRE and qualify for admission into some of the top US or European Universities. However, I am not entirely sure that I want that. I do like the feeling of being a research scholar abroad, but at the same time, I feel bad to think about staying so far away from home for what would be a very long period of time.

The final option is almost like a backup, but seems quite exciting nevertheless. I can start my own training company along with a refurbishing store. I can buy used stuff (I mean computers) from the local market, refurbish and upgrade them and sell them for a modest profit. That can work out. Training students in technology is also something I have always looked forward to.

So yeah, these are broadly the options that are there for me now. Before the end of the month of December, things will get a great deal clearer. I hope to make a better and more informed decision by then.

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