Keeping my fingers crossed!

I owe you all an explanation for the long period of absence and inactivity.Well,I'm at a different city now and closing towards the point of taking up my first job(the keyword being 'closing').Being a fresh graduate is a bit tough in the current job market,mainly because of the fact that you have to compete with experienced professionals for the same job.A whole lot of my friends tell me that we graduated into the worst possible conditions and are a bit paranoid about it. I don't blame them,being a fresher means you're new to everything which in turn induces an unintentional sense of anxiety and nervousness.The most dreadful feeling comes up when you think about the 'Countdown'.Basically,it's a fancy term I coined to describe the shrinking number of days until the next academic year.A lot of people are scared to even think about it.Because with the beginning of the next academic year,you tend to lose the 'fresher' tag which you have to admit is a way of shielding yourself from questions thrown by interviewers to curious relatives.

I'm lucky to get my offer letter and an exciting job profile,but as i said earlier there are a couple of formalities that have to be completed before I land on my dream job.People around me have started the permature celebrations and I would hate to disappoint them if this thing doesn't go through.It's kind of tough when people look upto you and think 'He got a job,so can I.'

So there's a whole lot of weight on my shoulders right now,and I hope I come through well.

Pray for me.

God's own Coundree!

Chances are that when you meet me for the first time,you would assume that I'm a north indian least of all a keralite.Coming from kerala does not mean I have to have the heavy malayalee accent that people uniquely associate us with.During my first year of college,a couple of my malayalee friends mistook me for a north indian and started conversing in hindi as best as they could.I cleared all their doubts with my version of weirdly accented malayalam which i have since then been uniquely associated with.The trouble is,I'm in no man's land.My hindi isn't perfect enough and my malayalam is an abomination.
Moving ahead,a good friend of mine gets a kick out of watching Lolakutty in Mtv decided to pick on me(i fondly refer to her as a mallu basher)by giving me a list of words and asking me to read it out loud for her.All these words were carefully chosen(i bet after weeks of research) so as to bring out my hidden malayalee accent which she firmly believed was in my blood.I'll list some of the words for you-

1. Cauliflower
2. Goal
3. Knowledge
4. College
5. Jumped
6. Loving
7. MBA (apparently she was expecting me to read it out as Yem Bee Yay)
8. Going
9. Boeing
10. Coming

Well,she was right.I did have an hidden malayalee accent afterall,somewhere deep inside me.In the process of reading out these words,i faltered.I never heard the end of it ever.I still get calls fom her,late in the night asking me to say 'Ford' out loud or making me hear the endless malayalee jokes that she came across.It doesn't quite annoy me,after all I am a malayalee and chances are that we are there at every nook and corner of the world.