March 21st, 2008
I am officially unemployed.

Yesterday happened to be my last day at one of the best places to work in on the planet, Ericsson India Pvt. Ltd., Gopalapuram Office. After spending the last 10 months there, reading the news for 4 hours, reviewing movies, sandwiches at 11, lunches at the Copper Chimney, Kabul, cell phone towers, BTS-s, MSC-s, BSC-s, SAP Project Builder, invoicing, et cetera, today I find myself at home feeling that something inside me has actually died. I'll miss that place, the nicest people I've ever met, who put up with all the shit I did and made me feel at home. Thank you Ericsson, I don't think I can ever work anywhere else again.

I had a discussion with my cousin yesterday on my future plans, he's a historian by the way. He told me to look at life as if it were a prison and not the free world as we think of it. Rather, a prison where we get snatches of freedom, certain times when there are inmates who we can talk to, and about how man is never free and so forth. Yeah, that f***ed me up.

Right now, the only thing that I want to do is to travel the world, and open a restaurant/bar. Nothing else seems important to me. I need money for all that, that's why am into this whole MBA scenario.

Now that am 'retired', I plan on getting myself a pipe, books by Kant and Friedrich Nietzsche, a recliner, a humidor full of Cuban cigars and some very fine Scotch Whisky.

Ahh... life ...