Rejection hurts – real bad, But why rejection also ROCKS ! Perks of being a “Reject”

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Right from being rejected by cab drivers 20 times a row to drive me to my destination to being rejected in the most coveted job interviews and having my affection smashed into a million pieces by the ones I love and adore – you name it, and I have been through it all. Rejection sucks. Point blank. Real bad. It makes us feel unworthy by the object of our extreme desire and when that happens, trust me – it feels terrible and depressing. When we hear cliches like “You’re such a good friend to me, but I’m seeing some one else” or “They wanted someone more experienced for the job” or “Well, that’s a fantastic idea, but…”; all the hopes you held from the future of your dreams, instantly crash down like the stock market crashing after the dot com bubble.

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Something that needs to be said

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Often in life we fail to appreciate the people who bring sunshine in our lives. Life is too short , they say. I always used to think this as some kind of joke.

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A letter to my niece – Niva

Dear Niva,

Hello my little angel, how are you ? I know you can’t read as of yet, someday when you grow up; I wish you find and read this letter.

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Perks of Dating a Geek

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On one of my earlier posts, I had mentioned about my Purpose in blogging” – To have a collection of my write ups. Some months back, I had written my first answer on Quora on the question – Perks of Dating a Geek. Adding the same here to have it on my blog :

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A Trembling Trail

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My voice seldom trembles. But it did, last night. The lump in my throat was so hard to swallow that my voice trailed off for a few long seconds. “I need to go for the meeting, I will speak to you later” was all I could manage to whisper between the sobs I tried to hold back. Going back home, took an infinity. The cab driver took the longest route back home, and for the first time; I just didn’t mind. I listened to all of the saddest songs in my playlist on repeat mode. My heart was numb and my mind was filled with grief. Shock and disbelief were mere understatements. I found no appropriate adjectives to describe how I felt. Moments went in a blur.

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Dear Me

 

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Dear Me,

As humans, we love to chase. Well, looking closely – it is all about the chase rather than the actual thing. The process or the path over the destination or the end result. The journey over the goal. I still know the numerous plans you made waiting for the summer holidays while grade 6 exams were knocking your door. That was so exciting, wasn’t it ? And those things you always wanted to spoil yourself with. Did the actual accomplishment give as much joy as the anticipation and the excitement during the waiting time ?

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