Reality strikes harder than thunder!!

Reality check (before):

1. I'm jobless.

2. Adverse timings of going to bed and waking up, leading to irritated and worried parents.

3. Too fast forward thoughts of future making me feel nauseated.

4. Blah blah blah...

...a sudden call for an interview!! I visited and found myself over with the interview in just 5 minutes, literally!!! Didn't really believe it was all real 'cause my life has never been as easy as an interview of just 5 minutes and getting selected. I've heard very often, "You reap what you sow". The 5 minutes' interview got me the internship of 9 days!! Easy huh??

Reality check (after):

1. Internship for the first time! An official job with official timings and work, for the first time in my life. Super excited.

2. First day. The one who interviewed me didn't come to office. And I know nobody else. Nor does anyone else know me or even know about me!

3. I'm assigned some light work by someone.

4. Day 2. My interviewer comes and talks about introducing me to the owner of the organisation but forgets in due time because... I never came to know why!!

5. I find I have a gay boss running the place on daily basis and the super slutty owner giving guest appearances and doing photo-shoots in the office. Fancy. Flashy. Touchy-touchy.

6. Next day. I'm given a write-up to see if I'm suited for the internship!!

(What the fuck?! Wasn't I supposed to be tested with my writing first and then offered the internship??!!)

7. The gay boss didn't like my writing 'cause I don't use "fancy" words such as euphemism or banality or quintessentially or amputation or Ptolemize or cumbersome or redundancy, or quote fancy paragraphs from international books.

8. I'm told that I need to talk to everyone around in the office and hang out with everyone more than sit alone and do the work, in order to learn how to do the work.

(Again, are you fucking kidding me?! I need to hang around with everyone in there to learn to work?!! Work  is to write articles for the magazine on whatever issue I am given! If I read others' and ask how others work, or write in that case, then what about my originality?!)

Reality Check (at home):

Fuck the retards. I don't need to copy some great writer. My heart is the best thing that I can copy on a page. I don't use "fancy" words and write for the so-called sophisticated readers. I write out my heart and for the ones who understand humanity. My blog is enough for me to experience a whole world of improving writing skills. Obviously my writing has changed since I first started my blog. My blog with just 3 page views, then 5, then 9 and, touch wood, 452 now. I'm not proud. I'm happy that I could reach 452. I am thankful to all those who have at least visited my blog page. I don't need to write flashy things for super-sophisticated people with loads of cash to buy my writings!!

I had heard that politics is everywhere. I faced politics at college and punched it right across the face to stop it from coming in to my life. But I never thought I would face such politics at work-place and for me, it's shameful that I couldn't even put a slap across the face of office-politics!

Silence is the biggest answer, they say. I stayed silent. But I wish and I hope that I WILL show them how I write SOME.DAY.