So, this past week I had to go get my driver license renewed. I knew it had been due, but it sort of quantified things in an interesting way. I have been here more than six years. That is a long time regardless, but when I look at it in my case, it seems even longer.
I just turned 25, so that would put it right at about 1/4 of my age. But is it really 1/4? I certainly don't remember much of my first six years. And I would have to say that next 6 years didn't do much to define me as a person either. The six years after that though, from 12 to 18, probably made me who I am more than any other time period. So even if I take my definining years since when I was 10, about 40% of that life has been here. That is indeed a long time.
And yet, when I got my license renewed, the lady at the counter put me as a "Temporary Visitor" on my application. Temporary visitor is an interesting way to put things, to say the least. In the past six years, I have been out of this country for a grand total of less than 50 days. This is where I went to college, this is where I got my first job, my first paycheck, my first credit card, and my first apartment. And I am a temporary visitor here??
Things never cease to amaze me....
Monday, October 30, 2006
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Relationships...
I ran into a co-worker yesterday in the grocery store. This isn't the first time that has happened - when you live within 5 blocks of work, and so does 10% of your company, it is bound to happen.
Anyways, so this guy is engaged to be married in a couple of months and I met his finance for the first time. She is in med school in Boston and was visiting for the weekend. And my first reaction was - Wow, he could do so much better!
Let me explain. He is a genuinely good guy who is doing very well in life. He went to Harvard, and has quickly ascended the ladder at work. He is normal looking, and a real fun guy to be around. He could get pretty much anyone he wanted. As for his fiance, she was just average looking. Not much of a personality either.
As I thought more about it, it suddenly seemed to make sense. He is 26 years old, and he has been going out with her for the past 9 years. When they started dating, they were just two people who liked each other. Questions like where they would go to college, what company they would work for, and how much money they would make just didn't matter. As time went on, thier feelings for each other did not change, regardless of which path they took in life.
The reason why I felt the way I did is because we are so used to comparing couples. If you see an accomplished guy with an ordinary girl, or vice-versa, you always wonder what is going on. And the sad truth is that as adults, we hardly ever like the person for who they are. Every time I have a friend tell me about their would-be soulmate, it is hardly just about what the person would be like. It is so hard to strip out how they look, what they do, where they went to school etc.
I remember thinking this when I was a poor college student. If I found a woman who would like me in that condition, I wouldn't have to worry about her not liking me if I dind't make it big in life. I mean my circumstances were as bad as they could get in college. Unfortunately, I never found that woman.
However, its not too late either, as I am still broke, just not a college student anymore. Any takers?
Anyways, so this guy is engaged to be married in a couple of months and I met his finance for the first time. She is in med school in Boston and was visiting for the weekend. And my first reaction was - Wow, he could do so much better!
Let me explain. He is a genuinely good guy who is doing very well in life. He went to Harvard, and has quickly ascended the ladder at work. He is normal looking, and a real fun guy to be around. He could get pretty much anyone he wanted. As for his fiance, she was just average looking. Not much of a personality either.
As I thought more about it, it suddenly seemed to make sense. He is 26 years old, and he has been going out with her for the past 9 years. When they started dating, they were just two people who liked each other. Questions like where they would go to college, what company they would work for, and how much money they would make just didn't matter. As time went on, thier feelings for each other did not change, regardless of which path they took in life.
The reason why I felt the way I did is because we are so used to comparing couples. If you see an accomplished guy with an ordinary girl, or vice-versa, you always wonder what is going on. And the sad truth is that as adults, we hardly ever like the person for who they are. Every time I have a friend tell me about their would-be soulmate, it is hardly just about what the person would be like. It is so hard to strip out how they look, what they do, where they went to school etc.
I remember thinking this when I was a poor college student. If I found a woman who would like me in that condition, I wouldn't have to worry about her not liking me if I dind't make it big in life. I mean my circumstances were as bad as they could get in college. Unfortunately, I never found that woman.
However, its not too late either, as I am still broke, just not a college student anymore. Any takers?
Friday, October 27, 2006
A blog is born
This blog was born on the same day as me. Just 25 years later!
I would have put up a post yesterday, but drunken writing, while not as dangerous as drunken driving, can have some unfavorable consequences.
The purpose of this blog is to capture my thoughts. A year later, I want to look at my blog and know exactly what I was thinking today. My posts will be short, irregular, and sometimes may not make sense to anyone but me. It will be my diary, a public, but an anonymous one.
Plus, I am in the process of applying to business school, so all my creative juices are spent in writing about my achievements, leaderhip experiences and other things of such mundane nature. As a result, for the next couple of months, the blog may not feel much love.
Yesterday something happened worth putting down in my diary. For my b'day dinner I was taken to a nice Peking Duck restaurant by a very special person. If you haven't tried Peking Duck, you must. It is a rare delicacy. So the dinner was good, and when the fortune cookie was put on my table, I asked the special person if my fortune on my b'day would mean anything.
She just smiled and when I opened the fortune cookie, it read - "You will win success in whatever you adopt".
Watch the space!
I would have put up a post yesterday, but drunken writing, while not as dangerous as drunken driving, can have some unfavorable consequences.
The purpose of this blog is to capture my thoughts. A year later, I want to look at my blog and know exactly what I was thinking today. My posts will be short, irregular, and sometimes may not make sense to anyone but me. It will be my diary, a public, but an anonymous one.
Plus, I am in the process of applying to business school, so all my creative juices are spent in writing about my achievements, leaderhip experiences and other things of such mundane nature. As a result, for the next couple of months, the blog may not feel much love.
Yesterday something happened worth putting down in my diary. For my b'day dinner I was taken to a nice Peking Duck restaurant by a very special person. If you haven't tried Peking Duck, you must. It is a rare delicacy. So the dinner was good, and when the fortune cookie was put on my table, I asked the special person if my fortune on my b'day would mean anything.
She just smiled and when I opened the fortune cookie, it read - "You will win success in whatever you adopt".
Watch the space!
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