Life of an Engineer after getting job! Part 1/3

More than a year ago I described my life here, life as a jobless computer engineer. And soon after that I was employed. Life was pretty boring during the stage of unemployment. All I was friend with were some English TV Series, Quora and Books. You must be thinking, that I'm gonna brag about that phase, that how good that phase was and how much I hate my job now. But uhh ha, I'm gonna tell how I landed to the job which pays me for doing what I love the most.

So here's some precap,  after getting successfully rejected from so many interviews I convinced my parents to let me learn Photography while giving my last interview. I'm from small town and since adulthood; wanted to move to bigger one so I can pursue my dreams. So, that day I came here for the 'last interview' which didn't go good and there I was, so done with the whole 'job' thing. I planned my day to spend reading books and then visiting crossword. I was all set with the book in my hand and a cup of coffee when my beloved friend called me to appear at interview. There were two companies whose detail he sent me over email and bugged my head until I forwarded my resume. I forwarded the resume to the only one from the list and turned off my internet for some quality reading. (FYI : I was reading 'the last lecture' by Randy Pausch at 'my last interview' time.) Suddenly cell rang again, the girl on the other side introduced herself from WebMob Technologies. I was blank as I didn't even read the name of company before forwarding the resume, we talked like 5 minutes and she informed me that she has replied my mail. I cut the phone, opened the Gmail and there was one unread mail from her. She had sent me two-three job profile that fits in my resume, none of the title made sense though. I called her again to inform that I might not be coming but she was a git, she convinced me to travel downtown of this city. (Point to be noted by my friends : she convinced me) (Later when I observed her job as an HR, I feel sorry for her to face the candidates like me who didn't even read the name of company)

After an hour or so I reached there, the girl on the phone; being very nice and humble handed me the question paper for the post of 'Digital Marketing'. I spent 15 minutes or so and left the paper whole blank as I had no idea about back linking, keywords and many other stuff written in it.  I was called to wait on the couch for the final round, there was already a girl next to me, experienced one! The though stroked my mind :
"One more rejection it's gonna be as I've left the paper blank, don't even know what I have to do in Digital Marketing and the girl is having an experience. Give me one good reason these people will hire me. Forget it MS, on the ground floor there's Dominos, let's sneak out of here, have some lunch and visit crossword."

I opened Google Map and entered the nearest crossword from here. But then they call my name, asked me to go inside. And the final round began.

Stay tuned to know what exactly happened in the final round, thanks to Google's new product Allo how I got the job!

- Kemil Ghoghari

Midnight Thoughts!

So I started becoming insomniac just after I knew that such word exists for those who believe that nights are  more alive, vulnerable, honest  and peaceful than most of the day. First I thought that it's just me. Staring out of window. .But obviously not counting the stars or lying on my bed listening some sort of songs about which I've no idea. At that time I learned this funny word and the same time I learned about the thoughts I'm having at 3 in the morning. The thoughts that keeps me up all night.

But when I first tried to write these creepy thoughts in diary next  morning; all I could write was this.  

"So these dogs are barking and that's why I'm not able to sleep. Ughh this tick-tock of clock irritates me. Pillow is not perfect lemme put my hand below it. This bedsheet hurts my back. Ohh need some water, nah I don’t want to else have to wakeup at night for pee."

Yes, but what actually I was thinking during this midnight crisis? 

I was thinking about chaos in that pin drop silence and how badly I'm stuck alone! It was like I was finding something, wandering like a distracted girl who looses all her sense during her menstruation period. My string of thoughts were keep changing from my anger issue to those unsaid words I couldn't tell because of some fear and now I regret it so much; imagining all the different ways the situation could have been turned out if I haven't messed it up so bad.

I guess this happens with many of people like you and me. Sleeping is nice. You forget about everything for a little while. Where midnight never feels like the middle of the night, it’s like 3 or 4 AM when you stay up late; and this is hard because all you remember is the things you try hard to forget during day.  And you stuck to the series of questions, you dare not to answer.

Despite of all this late nights turn a person into who he really is. A piece of poem, stroke of brush in the white canvas, a line to compose some harmony or 4 AM thoughts turn out to be the masterpiece with ability to spin your life.  If it makes person vulnerable it also gives the hope. If one side you can stare the sky full of stars, you also stare the empty streets with hollow feelings. If late nights makes us think about all the wrong decisions then it also gives hope to learn from that. 

                                                                                                                          -Kemil Ghoghari (ms)

I wonder where Home really is?

Now a days my all lines of article starts with 'New City'. Even after bloody six+ months, I'm keep rambling this line 'new city isn't new anymore' and though I've the teenage crush on it this is still not the very same city which I stare at midnight and hate at morning. 

Here I'm, at last..

Much near to home,

Yet far away from here,

Never get enough of both.

I don't know where I'll go?

Will I ever stop?

I might become the divergent of road

Being the highest complexity to encode.

But when I come back far from woods,

I might wander again, to tell stories under hoods.

There where Home will welcome me I guess.

Letting me write on my own words of mess.

Here I'm at last..

Hanging between two ends,

Knowing nothing about beginning,

Oh dear I don't know what I'm missing!

After spending 20+ years in small but peaceful town I moved to this traffic jam city with big dreams and no money! But uh-oh certainly with so many advises of well wishers. With direct bombarding of 'this and that'; they were preparing me for the change, for the new city that I was soon gonna call Home. Period.

Here I'm at last…

Much near to home!!!

Now this word gives me strange feeling, few months back I was so excited to explore new things, didn't want to go back hometown and now even couple of days of holidays making me think about going back to native. And  I just don't know the reason. Is excitement over? Or It's just the irritation? May be I'm not old enough to understand but anyway the young blood is settled here, adjusted here anyway.

Old City : Purani Jeans

New city, Same Weirdness

Today when I see the first rain of city, or just wander here and there to know something that is hidden beneath, I recognized roads that I had no idea existed few months ago, the grocery store man and panipuri guy near my place recognize me and I've even found friends in this stinky city. But where did I go wrong? Trying to make this new city just like my old one to get that home feeling was mistake? Making same memories and finding the same spots here; was that a mistake? Just dunno. Now feelings are mixed up just like un-even shot of tequila and soda. Now when I go back to native I have to use public transport and they charge me more thinking I don’t know my old city. I get big laugh inner-side, probably on me that how much things have changed vice versa. 

I feel numb wondering where home really is, in those old roads where I learned my first bicycle ride or on these big roads where I go on long drive at night. I'm running between two home and never getting enough of both.  

                                                                                                                             -Kemil Ghoghari (MS)

An open letter to (long distance) Bestie ..

Recently had patch up with my old memory box, finally the strong will to walk through my own memory lane won against my continuous resistance.  And there I saw picture of us, the one I love the most. We're laughing, I'm holding the bills of our first 'after interview' Domino's party. Sitting right beside you, making comic face as usual to spoil your selfie and yet 'out of the blue' I snatched your phone and took this selfie without having idea that this will inspire me to write this piece and on other side made me emotional for our friendship. (You know that I don't cry :p) I never told you this but memories of ours haunt me and ache me deep down where I just can't reach to heal it.

In that picture everything was at ease, we both were unknown to the storm which was yet to be come and pull us in different direction. The storm  wasn't going to remind us about our strong bond neither the time long distance. Who knew that wondering in the native wasn't going to happen now and then in this new city. That lazy summer afternoon in your room completing F.R.I.E.N.D.S episode for nth number of time. Mood freshener hot  tea in even hotter room of yours, where you've never let me open the windows just because of that li'l lizard friend of yours. We never knew how hard it could be to stay apart in the same new city.

It was so easy to meet you when I could just walk across the street and be at your plot, giving you just one ring to call you downstairs where we've spent hours of talking and discussing things  in that 'coming in 5 minute' response to our mother.  I miss these stuffs when I'm exploring new cafes or new restaurant, I miss you but most of all I miss being with you! That 'ice cream' corner of our, stalking guys and talking every weird stuff to let our stress out, judging and insulting every single person at 'Bortalav' just because we were together. This word Together frightens me as I'm not able to be with you in the moment physically. It feels like heavy load and TBH I can do anything to have you here, but I won't. And that's where I fail. I won't do anything !!!

It makes me sad that I can't give you shoulder when you're frustrated or often forgets to call you to have that long chit chat. I know you've thousand things to tell me and expecting a millions from me as well. That fact is I know everything but lacking to do anything. It hurts me that I am not doing single thing to build the bridge to disappear the tension or say distance.

But yes, dear long distance bestie in the same new city whom I don’t see everyday I am collecting myself to relive the moments we've once lived with every possible way! Friendship between us will surely be something that people will get jealous of. I am your devil who is trying to be honest!

Perks of living in a tiny House!

One of my friend stopped by my home to say Hi to me. But I saw the facial expression when she looked at my teeny tiny house. So I thought do I really ashamed of my house? Do I really feel sorry for myself that I don't have a big dreamy room which I can decorate  with all my books and clicks? I don't think so. My secret closet contains all sort of memories and crafting which I dream to have personalized!

So living in the little house but  m living the large life !!

What can be the perks of it??

~ Everything is nearby. Cross the room and there's the fridge.

~ The big deal is that everything is  at the exact equal distance from the bathroom to the kitchen.

~ Enter in home, throw yourself over the couch and you don’t have to stand up for remote, or to switch on the light. It’s sooo near by that you can switch it on sitting on the couch. 😂

~ You never feel alone. Never ever! Except that you're really alone and light goes off and you you stumble upon and hurt your knees! (happened thousands of times! Trust me!!)🙈

~ You won’t afraid of dark. Because even a backlight of phone will charge your room with lights!

~ Your bedroom is your study room, play room.

~ Your all stationery, clothes, games and valuable things are stored at the very same place, in your one and only cupboard.

~ No need to wonder in two or three cupboard. The place is so small that if you misplace something, It’s no time consuming. You just need to look over two or three places and there you go man!

~ Everyone can here you, no big voices, no shouting!

If house is small one cozy corner will catch your heart and you'll end up being in that favorite corner of yours so that the house looks big!

Well I did brag about how much I love staying in a teeny tiny house! But reality is sometimes I do wish for huge place! Wait.. I said sometimes! 🙊

Cons of living small?? Let me write to justify!

~ Well you won’t get any separate room. Either you’ve to share room with your siblings or with your parents. Or living under the stairs like Harry ;) (well I would love that though)

~ End up hitting yourself here and there, with all furniture, doors and dining table 2638 times per day. Here I it explains all my scars over body! Well gravity loves me!

~ Everyone can here you so no secret call to lover, no important talk with friends. You can't even whisper! Oh gross!

~ You will likely to chose messaging instead of calling.

~ You never get ‘alone’ time, as someone is constantly there even if the person is in next room. It feels like someone from somewhere always watching you!

~ No secrecy, can’t hide your stuff, diary and important things from others. (worst nightmare)

~ Everything is by default open for all. You have to share things with everyone as they will find out before you safely put it down in your cupboard.

~ Feels really bad when bunch of your fiends visit your home and you don’t have your own bedroom. You have to end up sitting in your living room, family hovering here and there.

~ Friends can’t come for nightout.

~ Can’t watch Hollywood movies or series with high volume, have to use headphones.

~ When you visit big place, you remember your tiny house and you feel bad.

~ Sometimes you have to wear clothes in the bathroom, and end up wetting your jeans or salwar.

~ When monsoon is near by and mother put the clothes in your room to dry.

~ All seasonal clothes in one cupboard or sometimes in suitcase.

~ Even three person is crowd for you when your mood is not good and you’re living in a tiny house!

So wrapping this tiny discussion I will just say don't think about glass is half empty or half full! Think it's a tequila shot and just drink it! Be the optimistic about having small house but work hard to make it big!

- Kemil Ghoghari (ms)

#s_he : The Trilogy.. (1)

She is the "New girl in the city". Because of the title she chose for her she got taunted for not visiting her native now and then. Couple of months in the new city hasn't changed her but suddenly she is all different because of the stupid hair cut and that new attire in sari she just got after moved in to this new city. 

Moving to the new city, and exploring it, is her ultimate goal of travelling. Everyone was aware about it but when she finally got the chance to accomplish the dream, she got stumbled upon her own dreams. Till today she is all confuse about what she wants from this new city, from these new challenges which is  constantly nudging her thoughts when she opens her OneNote. She has yet to fill all her undiscovered "Ilaahi" diary pages. New York, Bali, Macau all these cities are yet to be explored and yet to be clicked. She is just 200km away and she wants to go far from this limit. But she is afraid of changes, afraid of losing those three or four loved ones she has in her life. She accepts that this is the change and she has failed to remain the same.

But what's fun in living stationary life in the moving city who changes it's color every night?

She has dream to capture the niche essence of this city, she wants to combine those pictures with her travel diary blog but she is scattered in her own thoughts of dreams. Reality hit her hard to the bottom that she started seeing Harry Potter and FRIENDS as fantasy now. Her writing gives her happiness when some senior at office praises it. But meanwhile she also wants to do the best photography of her time. People often have confusion about how to achieve dreams. She is confused about which one to chose before another dreams. Juggling between reading, writing and photography she became a content writer for the company. From writing in her diary  to writing in the shared Google doc she finally grew up. Back in her college days she was "Girl behind the camera" and same thing gives happiness when someone calls her the official photographer of company. She grew up, either she wanted to or not. She accepted it. And then again for others she is changed!

Last year she chose to become what others wanted to see in her. But not anymore. It's long way to go and she cannot walk setting her feet in past. New city has certainly calm her nerves down! But she is stronger than she is! She is tolerant than she used to be! She is the main character of her life, she is the lyrics of her own poems, she is the angle of photos she clicks and she is the end of the book she is reading! With the fukc you off attitude and ignoring everything that disturbs  her happiness she is learning to live in the city that got blamed for changing her way too much!
- Kemil Ghoghari (#ms) (#s_he)