We have heard this a billion time, the ga-ga over WOMEN-MONEY topics, its all over the place if you have been ignorant. People are now aware that the saying Money can buy anything is turning into a reality and so its also getting to women who for many years always got the backseat if it was that PROMOTION she deserved and never got it, the VACATION she always wanted to have but didn't get it, HUSBANDS too nowadays......men love wealth...its a fact!. With women now acquiring strong office positions,politics,fashion,business,technology......we have conquered the earth finally.....no more only doing the dishes,laundry and all the backseat work. We are part of the euphoria, we are the WOMEN OF SUBSTANCE.
But, i have also noticed another brutal fact. Although we stress so much on our achievement as the new women, there are still a majority who are suffering mentally and physically. And its these women that deserve all the praise who stick it out with their hard life's, it could be their drunk husbands, abusive family,sexual harassment's etc. In our country the women is looked down upon when shes born, a women is seen as a sex object and is always taken advantage of.
Its a complicated species: WOMEN! there are all sort of theories that are written and spoken off, but they are not enough to read the mind of a women. Shes strong,determine,ready to face troubles,ready to love,ready to serve,ready to die..........all you have to do is LOVE, APPRECIATE,ENCOURAGE.......coz if you don't shes always ready to HATE!!!!
Wednesday 7 November 2007
Monday 5 November 2007
A New Found Interest
A life lived with various stories to tell is a bestseller. As with me, i never new that for a person like me who is a self-confessed dreamer would have so much to tell. Well, what so much to tell u might wonder...but then all at 22 if someone has already had 4 jobs am sure I'll have ears to tell the stories.
The following is the "untold story" of my bestseller: My Life
I was just out of college with a Post-graduation degree to flash and a determined journalist to be i wanted to be the first Natasha D'souza that people knew and not the next somebody. I land myself a job which didn't get off to the smoothest of starts, which in a way helped me to come back next round and kick ass at work :)
With the bad patch seeming at the end the new week started with me telling the boss, i wanna cover "Indian football" why Indian football? i didn't know myself i just wanted to do it. At that point i had no clue if i would be able to deliver what am promising, i had never cover football at any level and the thoughts of "what, where, why, when, how" cluttered my head. But back of the head i knew I'd be a "HIT" am at my best when responsibility is upon me. Its as if some amount of "power" rest in my hands, it works a world of good for me.
So how in the name of mighty Hercules was i going to start the web of getting footy players contacts, what was i going to ask them even if i had their numbers?, where are the footy players located?, when will they be available for a interview?, and above all how will they treat me when i approach them for a interview? . Would they be snobbish like the cricket players, there was too many things buzzing into the head and it all stopped after i put my excellent research skills to use....a little bit of Google also contributed to the task. And voila!! i found contacts of the entire Indian football team and that also earned praise from my team leader at work.
So after the quest found started my interview rounds and the first footy lad i nailed was Mehrajuddin Wadoo. Why Wadoo u might ask again? but i seriously don't know again.....some might say because his the "hot" guy..oh well that wasn't the only reason. But i think his name itself did the trick, Wadoo!. I dialed his number after a couple of tring-tring, he picks the call, sounds all pumped after a training session Wadoo promised me an interview the next day. That was achievement for me to get him to speak for the interview.
Next morning again after a couple of tring-tring Wadoo didn't pick the call....i was worried if the Kashmir had busted my bubble. But then, they don't say ' try and try till u succeed' for nothing, i buzzed the guy again and a sleepy sounding Wadoo picks the call. On hearing my voice and recognising that it was me "Natasha" he readily agreed to give 15 minutes of his precious time.
After the interview was done i was one happy cricket :) and yes i have to admit Wadoo is indeed "hot" with his looks, almost like a model guy playing football to his best. We did exchange numbers so that the next time we do meet Wadoo gives me a interview readily. After Wadoo,i did manage to get many other footy lads including our captain Bhaichung Bhutia although the larger bulk still remains....but am sure it wont take me long to do them ;)
The new interest to learn more about the football players of India has made me understand that the game is not in that bad a shape as its made to look. But yes certainly there is a blockage and theres no denying that, a chat with Sunil Chetri later was mind blowing. Like me fellow sport journalist Dhruv calls him "quite the flirt(which i still have to experience) but a smart kid and knows what his talking" i found him prechy though.
All i know is my journey with Indian Football has just begun and its a long way to go. With so much to follow am sure its going to be a great match report to talk about. And yes, Wadoo is my obvious favourite right now for great looks and playing ability.
PS: Ladies and gentlemen please watch out for Natasha has entered the building.
Shalom \m/
The following is the "untold story" of my bestseller: My Life
I was just out of college with a Post-graduation degree to flash and a determined journalist to be i wanted to be the first Natasha D'souza that people knew and not the next somebody. I land myself a job which didn't get off to the smoothest of starts, which in a way helped me to come back next round and kick ass at work :)
With the bad patch seeming at the end the new week started with me telling the boss, i wanna cover "Indian football" why Indian football? i didn't know myself i just wanted to do it. At that point i had no clue if i would be able to deliver what am promising, i had never cover football at any level and the thoughts of "what, where, why, when, how" cluttered my head. But back of the head i knew I'd be a "HIT" am at my best when responsibility is upon me. Its as if some amount of "power" rest in my hands, it works a world of good for me.
So how in the name of mighty Hercules was i going to start the web of getting footy players contacts, what was i going to ask them even if i had their numbers?, where are the footy players located?, when will they be available for a interview?, and above all how will they treat me when i approach them for a interview? . Would they be snobbish like the cricket players, there was too many things buzzing into the head and it all stopped after i put my excellent research skills to use....a little bit of Google also contributed to the task. And voila!! i found contacts of the entire Indian football team and that also earned praise from my team leader at work.
So after the quest found started my interview rounds and the first footy lad i nailed was Mehrajuddin Wadoo. Why Wadoo u might ask again? but i seriously don't know again.....some might say because his the "hot" guy..oh well that wasn't the only reason. But i think his name itself did the trick, Wadoo!. I dialed his number after a couple of tring-tring, he picks the call, sounds all pumped after a training session Wadoo promised me an interview the next day. That was achievement for me to get him to speak for the interview.
Next morning again after a couple of tring-tring Wadoo didn't pick the call....i was worried if the Kashmir had busted my bubble. But then, they don't say ' try and try till u succeed' for nothing, i buzzed the guy again and a sleepy sounding Wadoo picks the call. On hearing my voice and recognising that it was me "Natasha" he readily agreed to give 15 minutes of his precious time.
After the interview was done i was one happy cricket :) and yes i have to admit Wadoo is indeed "hot" with his looks, almost like a model guy playing football to his best. We did exchange numbers so that the next time we do meet Wadoo gives me a interview readily. After Wadoo,i did manage to get many other footy lads including our captain Bhaichung Bhutia although the larger bulk still remains....but am sure it wont take me long to do them ;)
The new interest to learn more about the football players of India has made me understand that the game is not in that bad a shape as its made to look. But yes certainly there is a blockage and theres no denying that, a chat with Sunil Chetri later was mind blowing. Like me fellow sport journalist Dhruv calls him "quite the flirt(which i still have to experience) but a smart kid and knows what his talking" i found him prechy though.
All i know is my journey with Indian Football has just begun and its a long way to go. With so much to follow am sure its going to be a great match report to talk about. And yes, Wadoo is my obvious favourite right now for great looks and playing ability.
PS: Ladies and gentlemen please watch out for Natasha has entered the building.
Shalom \m/
A wierd realisation!!!
As i drank my way to happiness...after a real long time i wondered something weird for some but sensible for another. Which ever side of the pool u feel comfy is fine...but this is what i feel.
I had VODKA with WATER I felt DRUNK
I had WHISKY with WATER I felt DRUNK
I had RUM with WATER I felt DRUNK
I SWEAR I'LL NEVER DRINK water....!!!
** i was just trying to b humours, b its so true ain't it???
I had VODKA with WATER I felt DRUNK
I had WHISKY with WATER I felt DRUNK
I had RUM with WATER I felt DRUNK
I SWEAR I'LL NEVER DRINK water....!!!
** i was just trying to b humours, b its so true ain't it???
Sunday 28 October 2007
Questions i always wanna ask????
1)If a word is misspelled in the dictionary, how would we ever know?
2) Why do we wash bath towels? Aren't we clean when we use them?
3) How come abbreviation is such a long word?
4) Why isn't phonics spelled the way it sounds?
5) If jocks get athlete's foot, do astronauts get mistletoe?
6) Why do we sing, "Take me out to the ball game" when we are already there?
7) If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?
8) If work is so terrific, why do they have to pay you to do it?
9) Why do we press harder on the remote when we think the batteries are dead?
10) If the #2 pencil is so popular ...why is it #2?
11) If swimming is good for our shape, why do the whales look the way they do?
12) If peanut oil comes from peanuts, where does baby oil come from?
PS: IF U HAPPEN TO KNW ANY OF THE ANSWERS ABOVE PLZ DO COMMENT IN....TX
Cheers!
2) Why do we wash bath towels? Aren't we clean when we use them?
3) How come abbreviation is such a long word?
4) Why isn't phonics spelled the way it sounds?
5) If jocks get athlete's foot, do astronauts get mistletoe?
6) Why do we sing, "Take me out to the ball game" when we are already there?
7) If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?
8) If work is so terrific, why do they have to pay you to do it?
9) Why do we press harder on the remote when we think the batteries are dead?
10) If the #2 pencil is so popular ...why is it #2?
11) If swimming is good for our shape, why do the whales look the way they do?
12) If peanut oil comes from peanuts, where does baby oil come from?
PS: IF U HAPPEN TO KNW ANY OF THE ANSWERS ABOVE PLZ DO COMMENT IN....TX
Cheers!
Dark is Beautiful!!!!
When I born,
I Black,When I grow up, I Black,
When I go in Sun, I Black,
When I scared, I Black,When I sick, I Black,And when I die, I still black...
And you White fellow,
When you born, you pink,
When you grow up, you White,
When you go in Sun, you Red,
When you cold, you blue,
When you scared, you yellow,
When you sick, you Green,
And when you die, you Gray...And you calling me colored??
Some how the world is still obsessed with the white skin, treating the dark skin as a taboo. God(if u believe) has made us in his own likeness.....lets stop havin rascist ideas, lets accept ppl the way they r. Theres more to a person than just skin colour, DARK is indeed beautiful!!!! PEACE!!!
Cheers!!
I Black,When I grow up, I Black,
When I go in Sun, I Black,
When I scared, I Black,When I sick, I Black,And when I die, I still black...
And you White fellow,
When you born, you pink,
When you grow up, you White,
When you go in Sun, you Red,
When you cold, you blue,
When you scared, you yellow,
When you sick, you Green,
And when you die, you Gray...And you calling me colored??
Some how the world is still obsessed with the white skin, treating the dark skin as a taboo. God(if u believe) has made us in his own likeness.....lets stop havin rascist ideas, lets accept ppl the way they r. Theres more to a person than just skin colour, DARK is indeed beautiful!!!! PEACE!!!
Cheers!!
Wednesday 24 October 2007
Translation of Dreams
Our minds are raped,
We live through the lies
Who will regard
Our Bloodstained lives?
Desperation of days
Where little has changed
And false promises
Still have me engaged
Prejudice and ignorance
History repeats.....
Victory? Freedom?
Integrity meets defeat
Shards of our dreams
Hope and passions spent
I'll pick up the pieces
And i'll dare to dream again.
PS: ahhh...feels so good, finally all the poems pending in the drafts r out!!!! the ocean of poems for now is over, i'll b back with more though.
We live through the lies
Who will regard
Our Bloodstained lives?
Desperation of days
Where little has changed
And false promises
Still have me engaged
Prejudice and ignorance
History repeats.....
Victory? Freedom?
Integrity meets defeat
Shards of our dreams
Hope and passions spent
I'll pick up the pieces
And i'll dare to dream again.
PS: ahhh...feels so good, finally all the poems pending in the drafts r out!!!! the ocean of poems for now is over, i'll b back with more though.
Life - The Enternal Journey
My life is a voyage, not yet completely travelled
But i can perceive the boulevard glaring at me,
And sense my limbs on this scorched earth.
I know how to sketch my hopes,
While i seek my correct trail.
I can gaze behind me and learn from my past,
By remembering the memories that made me cry
And the times i laughed.
I perceive the times when i was honest
Or when i was cocooned in my lies.
I carry these memories,
And interpret them as a mission
To transform my voyage into a great one,
To fashion a future better than my past.
But i can perceive the boulevard glaring at me,
And sense my limbs on this scorched earth.
I know how to sketch my hopes,
While i seek my correct trail.
I can gaze behind me and learn from my past,
By remembering the memories that made me cry
And the times i laughed.
I perceive the times when i was honest
Or when i was cocooned in my lies.
I carry these memories,
And interpret them as a mission
To transform my voyage into a great one,
To fashion a future better than my past.
Tuesday 23 October 2007
Skill Display!!!........yummmy!!!!
omg!!!! i am on some kind of slump in my creativity but its also the best time when i can write poetry, silly but something that i find relaxing. So some ocean wave of poems on the blog, hopefully the one reading them will find them readable!!!
Cheers!!!
Ode to a Cheese Pizza
There you are, at the table.
All hot and steaming.
Mealting cheese like molten lava.
Watering mouth,itching fingers.
But, I'm on a diet
Don't tempt me.
Spicy Salsa,crunchy crust.
Temptation,temptation.
It's all too much.
First bite, heaven,
Sencond,better.
Third,sin.
No stopping now
It's all gone.
PS: i wrote this just to staisfy me!!! (lol) Smokin Joe's...........!!!!
Cheers!!!
Ode to a Cheese Pizza
There you are, at the table.
All hot and steaming.
Mealting cheese like molten lava.
Watering mouth,itching fingers.
But, I'm on a diet
Don't tempt me.
Spicy Salsa,crunchy crust.
Temptation,temptation.
It's all too much.
First bite, heaven,
Sencond,better.
Third,sin.
No stopping now
It's all gone.
PS: i wrote this just to staisfy me!!! (lol) Smokin Joe's...........!!!!
I am a WOMAN!!!!
I am your beginning and your end
Your futur and your past
I am hope,I am faith
I am your friend
I am pain and tears
The child at your breast
The twinkle in your eye
The song in your heart
The call of your destiny
The challenge of your adventure
I am the warrior
I am the coward
I am the cause for many a war
I am the blade of your sword
The fear in your eye
The courage in your heart
I am the one who holds you in the night
Who guards you with her life
Who guides you through the dark
Who saves you from the abyss
I amyour curse and your burden
I am the one who will ease your burden
I am a curse
I am a blessing
I am a paradox
Mysterious,sultry sensuous
I am the tease to your senses
The unreachable temptation
The voice in the night
The song in the day
I am madness
I am loneliness
I am love
I am desperation and frustration
Joy is my calling card
I am the strength in your arm
The spark in your soul
The energy of your spirit
I am day
I am night
The stars in the sky
The flowers in the meadow
I am anything you want me to be
I am life, I am death
Your fortune and your downfall
I am what you make me
What you treat me as
What you see in me
I am your daughter
Your wife
Your sister
Your mother
The stranger on the road
The old woman down the street
Your confidante
Your friend
Fear me
Hate me
Love me
Do whatever u please
But respect me.....
I am woman.
Your futur and your past
I am hope,I am faith
I am your friend
I am pain and tears
The child at your breast
The twinkle in your eye
The song in your heart
The call of your destiny
The challenge of your adventure
I am the warrior
I am the coward
I am the cause for many a war
I am the blade of your sword
The fear in your eye
The courage in your heart
I am the one who holds you in the night
Who guards you with her life
Who guides you through the dark
Who saves you from the abyss
I amyour curse and your burden
I am the one who will ease your burden
I am a curse
I am a blessing
I am a paradox
Mysterious,sultry sensuous
I am the tease to your senses
The unreachable temptation
The voice in the night
The song in the day
I am madness
I am loneliness
I am love
I am desperation and frustration
Joy is my calling card
I am the strength in your arm
The spark in your soul
The energy of your spirit
I am day
I am night
The stars in the sky
The flowers in the meadow
I am anything you want me to be
I am life, I am death
Your fortune and your downfall
I am what you make me
What you treat me as
What you see in me
I am your daughter
Your wife
Your sister
Your mother
The stranger on the road
The old woman down the street
Your confidante
Your friend
Fear me
Hate me
Love me
Do whatever u please
But respect me.....
I am woman.
Sunday 7 October 2007
The Re-Charge!!!!
A month has passed since i gained employment.....am enjoying this curve of learning as well, i have realised that the TEACHER'S job is beyond just the books,exams and being strick. Its a job that teaches you while you want others to learn. And this kind of thinking is in every teacher's thought process...otherwise what would have teacher's done if there was no one to learn.
Am at school, so far its been good....nothin much to complain about except that the VOCAL CORDS get screwd in style, also that staff room politics is never ending..as long as its healthy am up for anything(ha ha ha)......But am trying to make a point here......let me get to that first!!! ahhh thank god for POLITICS!!!
So, like everyday i reached school, signed my attendance and walked towards the PARLIAMENT HOUSE i.e STAFF ROOM. Am in a good mood, making myself ready for the class am about to deliever a lecture, getting my flow of thoughts right when something uncalled for happened.....and i hate it when such incedents happen they act like a spoil to everything planned....
A teacher, whom i haven't bothered to interact walks up to me and says" So have you done you'r B.ed( its a degree u need to call urself a teacher) " to which my reply was NO!! but
Am at school, so far its been good....nothin much to complain about except that the VOCAL CORDS get screwd in style, also that staff room politics is never ending..as long as its healthy am up for anything(ha ha ha)......But am trying to make a point here......let me get to that first!!! ahhh thank god for POLITICS!!!
So, like everyday i reached school, signed my attendance and walked towards the PARLIAMENT HOUSE i.e STAFF ROOM. Am in a good mood, making myself ready for the class am about to deliever a lecture, getting my flow of thoughts right when something uncalled for happened.....and i hate it when such incedents happen they act like a spoil to everything planned....
A teacher, whom i haven't bothered to interact walks up to me and says" So have you done you'r B.ed( its a degree u need to call urself a teacher) " to which my reply was NO!! but
Wednesday 19 September 2007
Deadly Combo!!!
Deadly COMBO!!!! its difficult to describe this situation at hand, after a really ,on time am in a position were fame comes at a prize. Well i don't need my 15 Seconds of FAME!!! i get a royal 30 mins of it. Still confused bout what am saying??? well,don't be. Being a teacher is the worlds most difficult job at hand, one doesn't really understand it relevance but the realisation only comes after you slip into the shoe of the teacher.
Am not an attention seeker, but the kids at school seem to have no bounds and have every trick in the book to either irritate the teacher and let her screw up her vocal cords and theres a small bunch who'll not even move a muscle(not that they r my favourite crowd) but still the teacher is the person who yells on top of her voice, punishes her students when required and loves them too with no condition.
But what do the students give the teacher in return for such a multitasking performance??? nothing all!!!. Sad a site but that's reality, and that's why teaching has a profession is the worlds most difficult job to get done. Because the skills to b a good teacher are not written in a book but is a task that should come naturally along with understanding, heigth of patience, decision maker and sometimes a cool head!!!
Since, i am now a part of St.Anne's (TEMPORARY!!!!!) am already on the list of the most hated teacher.....DAMN!!!! i wonder who's that kid who put my name....i so wanna meet him and find out what is it that he hates bout me( but, if his from a suspended class, and reading this....i don't care a hang of what u think bout me). They say criticism is good has it keeps u ready to pick up and mend faster, maybe a i need a revamp into things too.
Has for the kid who hates me!!! i wish him the best in life. Its a thankless profession.....and one mans criticism won't affect me. Am a tough cookie....i ain't into hate!!!! i just smoke it up and drink it down!!!! so either ways its out of my system.
DAMN AM FAMOUS!!!!! Deadly but i'll take it!!
Am not an attention seeker, but the kids at school seem to have no bounds and have every trick in the book to either irritate the teacher and let her screw up her vocal cords and theres a small bunch who'll not even move a muscle(not that they r my favourite crowd) but still the teacher is the person who yells on top of her voice, punishes her students when required and loves them too with no condition.
But what do the students give the teacher in return for such a multitasking performance??? nothing all!!!. Sad a site but that's reality, and that's why teaching has a profession is the worlds most difficult job to get done. Because the skills to b a good teacher are not written in a book but is a task that should come naturally along with understanding, heigth of patience, decision maker and sometimes a cool head!!!
Since, i am now a part of St.Anne's (TEMPORARY!!!!!) am already on the list of the most hated teacher.....DAMN!!!! i wonder who's that kid who put my name....i so wanna meet him and find out what is it that he hates bout me( but, if his from a suspended class, and reading this....i don't care a hang of what u think bout me). They say criticism is good has it keeps u ready to pick up and mend faster, maybe a i need a revamp into things too.
Has for the kid who hates me!!! i wish him the best in life. Its a thankless profession.....and one mans criticism won't affect me. Am a tough cookie....i ain't into hate!!!! i just smoke it up and drink it down!!!! so either ways its out of my system.
DAMN AM FAMOUS!!!!! Deadly but i'll take it!!
Monday 10 September 2007
Life is Active again!!!
Its all changed, finally i get myself employment and i now can call myself a person who is always waiting for different challenges to come my way!!! So i am now a school TEACHER. yes, you heard that rite, a teacher....i teach at St.Anne's Hogh School. A only boys school with a few girls populated now, i have been havin a time of my life.
I consider myself lucky to have got this job, coz somewhere inside of me i always wanted to b a teacher but never went ahead with the thought of becoming one....looks like the profession has chosen me rather me chosing a path for myself. First day of class was awesome...i entered class with faces looking at me with god knows what thoughts were running through those kids head...i introduced myself and similary with all the other classes that i went to.
My class X A, is got well aquainted with me now and we all gel well, but the only thing i don't like is excersing my vocal cords...it sux!!! my throat has become sore but am still alive. It a different role when one slips into the shoes of a teacher and i for one is experiancing all of it....it is a thankless job....but the satisfaction that students(not all only some) appreciate what u do for them keeps u gin and wanting to do more.
As for me, i knw this is temporary....thats why i didn't mind it when Akash a Std IX lad called me a BITCH!!! coz i punished him for not being discipline in class!!! Geeee.... i wonder y have they changed the qualities of kids they make nowadays??? Am here till the wind changes but what ever time am here, i wanna enjoy and hopefully leave a mark of my own.
I consider myself lucky to have got this job, coz somewhere inside of me i always wanted to b a teacher but never went ahead with the thought of becoming one....looks like the profession has chosen me rather me chosing a path for myself. First day of class was awesome...i entered class with faces looking at me with god knows what thoughts were running through those kids head...i introduced myself and similary with all the other classes that i went to.
My class X A, is got well aquainted with me now and we all gel well, but the only thing i don't like is excersing my vocal cords...it sux!!! my throat has become sore but am still alive. It a different role when one slips into the shoes of a teacher and i for one is experiancing all of it....it is a thankless job....but the satisfaction that students(not all only some) appreciate what u do for them keeps u gin and wanting to do more.
As for me, i knw this is temporary....thats why i didn't mind it when Akash a Std IX lad called me a BITCH!!! coz i punished him for not being discipline in class!!! Geeee.... i wonder y have they changed the qualities of kids they make nowadays??? Am here till the wind changes but what ever time am here, i wanna enjoy and hopefully leave a mark of my own.
Sunday 19 August 2007
In mood for poetry
I get sulky too easily, blame it on the rains i say. Just a weird thought crossed me mind, of events of the past that made me write this poem. Events which weren't the best and hence this poem for all those whom made me cry.
The Sting
They said, 'You don't have the sting.'
I wondered whats the meaning
I realised it meant something
Towards my abilities.
The frustration creeped in
But i refuse to give in
Opportunities will come in
And its time for me to cash in
After all the dreaming and striving
Of achieving something
I will have wings for flying.
And for those who said i ain't got the Sting
God bless you all because am FORGIVING.
The Sting
They said, 'You don't have the sting.'
I wondered whats the meaning
I realised it meant something
Towards my abilities.
The frustration creeped in
But i refuse to give in
Opportunities will come in
And its time for me to cash in
After all the dreaming and striving
Of achieving something
I will have wings for flying.
And for those who said i ain't got the Sting
God bless you all because am FORGIVING.
Friday 17 August 2007
All
OK! the cribbing part is over. I feel like a new person! what rubbish! what shit! no i don't, no i don't feel any of it. And yet i keep saying it like who's father what goes. I know its childish to behave like this but seriously thinking i have always wanted to discover why is that some people have nothing working for them. If its work, love, family etc etc there are so many that deserve so much more than they do and yet their dues are still pending.
I know it sounds foolish again that am not making a valid point but still i am definite one of them who has ringed out of the portion of LUCK!! and i often wonder that word rhymes with DUCK,SUCK,MUCK,CHUCK and F***. And none of these words are exciting, imagine a silly Duck who was always Sucked by situations to avoid and a wondered hence only in Muck, always Chucked out off because of only one thing, whats that the final and most important ingredient LUCK!!
But then you might say am behaving cynical and things such as this happens. OK agree it happens but for how long and how many times a week, month or year. Then again i stop and think, i am venting this out because am out of LUCK and people who have the LUCK in plenty or at least know what it is will be writing books about it and getting rich.So whats my point again? see i cant make one clear simple point because am running out of IT!!
All i know this has to stop, this stupid thing of LUCK, i am surely over due with it and am waiting for it to come. Coz when it comes i will exploit it in the best way possible.
"LUCK COMES TO THOSE WHO ARE PATIENT"......yea right make it soon if you can!! whoever said this am not bother but ma sure he/she/it has been in some situation like mine.
I know it sounds foolish again that am not making a valid point but still i am definite one of them who has ringed out of the portion of LUCK!! and i often wonder that word rhymes with DUCK,SUCK,MUCK,CHUCK and F***. And none of these words are exciting, imagine a silly Duck who was always Sucked by situations to avoid and a wondered hence only in Muck, always Chucked out off because of only one thing, whats that the final and most important ingredient LUCK!!
But then you might say am behaving cynical and things such as this happens. OK agree it happens but for how long and how many times a week, month or year. Then again i stop and think, i am venting this out because am out of LUCK and people who have the LUCK in plenty or at least know what it is will be writing books about it and getting rich.So whats my point again? see i cant make one clear simple point because am running out of IT!!
All i know this has to stop, this stupid thing of LUCK, i am surely over due with it and am waiting for it to come. Coz when it comes i will exploit it in the best way possible.
"LUCK COMES TO THOSE WHO ARE PATIENT"......yea right make it soon if you can!! whoever said this am not bother but ma sure he/she/it has been in some situation like mine.
Clueless!
Its a starnge feeling, to begin with this should not have been the first posting for my blog but i have to put it down; atleast for me.
Am a journalist in the making and i have dreams like anyone else and i don't like settling for anything less when i can achieve it in large quantity. So this is what happens to me a dreamer but a absolute fighter when working towards my goals.
30th July,2007 i get a call from the TV channel i had been interviewd by to join as an INTERN, when the voice on the phone said that the sport editor of the channel wanted to speak to me, joy was no bound. I jumped off the bed, noted the number and next it was tring-tring on the editor's cell phone. He picked, spoked well also asked me what i felt are the qualities of a journalist etc etc i answered him to the best of my abilities. He said, 'thats good, so when do you wanna join us?'. I did not believe what i was hearing i fumbbled with my words, i was gushed with joy of a toddler for that moment. Later he fixed the date and said you'll have to go through some formalities before you join us with the H.R, after which you can start your internship with us.
Ok! said me and was waiting for the call of the H.R guys to come so i could get my ticket to the TV channel, waited , waited and waited after a couple of reminders to the editor guy he said I WILL GET BACK TO YOU!!this is a catch phrase that should be aware off. Sadly one day after much delay and all the joy that i was going to start off work with a TV channel fizzeld out.
It was the 7th August 2007, when the editor told me that your plans to work with us has not worked out. I was down that day, so down i felt like i was six feet under. What went wrong? why did it go wrong? where did it go wrong? its just not done, i said to myself feeling completely dejected i did not tell this to my folks. But i had to get over it and has a typical women habit i vented it out to my friends over beer n fires. And yes it did help, now that am over it to am extent. I am ready for the next challenge that awaits me.
Karen my cousin told me after this incident,'Natasha, i suggest you put youur eggs in other baskets too and later on a meeting with her has cleared my mind and helped me focus again after that joyful then dark period as to where my piorities are and how should i go about my doing them.
Life is totally unpredictable like they say, not many get a chance to walk into an TV channel and speak to the editor in chief, not many get a chance to feel confident, not many get anything they deserve. And here is me i did get something if nothing, i got a chance to see a TV station, a chance to chat with the news channel editor. Yes, thr work part did not work out but am sure there was a purpose for it happen, something for me to learn for it. And so i know that its just a matter of time before another opportunity will come my way. Being optimistic is the only key!
As for those TV guys who did not hire me, you never know they still have my CV which they can use anytime only if this time i have the TIME for them!!!
Am a journalist in the making and i have dreams like anyone else and i don't like settling for anything less when i can achieve it in large quantity. So this is what happens to me a dreamer but a absolute fighter when working towards my goals.
30th July,2007 i get a call from the TV channel i had been interviewd by to join as an INTERN, when the voice on the phone said that the sport editor of the channel wanted to speak to me, joy was no bound. I jumped off the bed, noted the number and next it was tring-tring on the editor's cell phone. He picked, spoked well also asked me what i felt are the qualities of a journalist etc etc i answered him to the best of my abilities. He said, 'thats good, so when do you wanna join us?'. I did not believe what i was hearing i fumbbled with my words, i was gushed with joy of a toddler for that moment. Later he fixed the date and said you'll have to go through some formalities before you join us with the H.R, after which you can start your internship with us.
Ok! said me and was waiting for the call of the H.R guys to come so i could get my ticket to the TV channel, waited , waited and waited after a couple of reminders to the editor guy he said I WILL GET BACK TO YOU!!this is a catch phrase that should be aware off. Sadly one day after much delay and all the joy that i was going to start off work with a TV channel fizzeld out.
It was the 7th August 2007, when the editor told me that your plans to work with us has not worked out. I was down that day, so down i felt like i was six feet under. What went wrong? why did it go wrong? where did it go wrong? its just not done, i said to myself feeling completely dejected i did not tell this to my folks. But i had to get over it and has a typical women habit i vented it out to my friends over beer n fires. And yes it did help, now that am over it to am extent. I am ready for the next challenge that awaits me.
Karen my cousin told me after this incident,'Natasha, i suggest you put youur eggs in other baskets too and later on a meeting with her has cleared my mind and helped me focus again after that joyful then dark period as to where my piorities are and how should i go about my doing them.
Life is totally unpredictable like they say, not many get a chance to walk into an TV channel and speak to the editor in chief, not many get a chance to feel confident, not many get anything they deserve. And here is me i did get something if nothing, i got a chance to see a TV station, a chance to chat with the news channel editor. Yes, thr work part did not work out but am sure there was a purpose for it happen, something for me to learn for it. And so i know that its just a matter of time before another opportunity will come my way. Being optimistic is the only key!
As for those TV guys who did not hire me, you never know they still have my CV which they can use anytime only if this time i have the TIME for them!!!
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