Ok. I am almost there. I have barely nine months before (-to use ugly clichés-) turning over a new leaf, adorning the black gown and bearing adult responsibilities.
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But as ridiculous as it may sound, I hate this profession- in theory, in practice and as (unfortunately) my only source of income right now. I can comfortably say that we belong to a species which only talks, talks and talks regardless of the component of listening. Plus, we also write in a very unusually difficult way adopting foreign words and long sentences. We also hate having things plain and simple- we like it long and complicated. And with these, we think we are gifted. Strange, isn’t it?
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Hmm however for lack of options, I have to stick to it to make some money before I can start exploring. And while I am exploring, I would like to own an orchid farm, continue to learn dancing and spread the charm of Bharathanatyam around the world, build my own coffee shop, design clothes, possess the ideal weight with curves (!), travel to places and try cuisines, educate at least ten people, meet Ilaiyaraja, earn yoga and two other languages (of which Telugu will be one), grow long hair and have a family with two children. At the end, I would like to retire like anybody else.
P.S. “Flagship”- because all this would make me feel like commanding one. :)
