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The mind plays strange games with one, when it’s left to stray on its own. I have stopped worrying about tomorrow. I am not worried about the present either. Don’t know how long this phase will last. The future does scare me. Not as it used to a few years back. Is it escapism? I don’t know. I know that as I tread ahead I will meet the answers to all my questions. I know they are out there like a hornet’s nest waiting to be poked. I have survived another year without much damage that’s all I know.

This year I encountered a new species of colleagues. The ones that recession bred. The ones who love to feed on the insecurities of others. The ones who have perfected the art of bitching. The ones who indulge in back stabbing. The ones who gauge you with selfish motives. The ones who think everyone else is dispensable other than them. The ones who have no real talent but can mask it from their recruiters. The ones who carry home a substantial package but still crib about how underpaid they are.

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