Time for a lil bit of intro.

Okay. So let me start with why I've chosen paneerBlahTearMasala as my blog's name. Firstly I love paneer (cottage cheese) and blah - I feel my life is as blah as it can ever get and tear - just so that it sounds close to butter (you know paneer butter masala) and yeah dont start thinking I cry a lot,haha. Anyway the last thing is masala (spices) - oh yeah! I have a lot of that in my life. Wondering how my life can be blah with all that masala huh, well I haven't figured that out yet. No wait. The masala I have is not really what I want, you know what I mean.

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Tail of rejections

Although I'd like to believe that I'm an ambivert (none buy that. They can bet I'm an introvert at the first meeting), I can listen to people and empathize. I'm a person who always thinks "What will the other person think?" and with all the good organizational skills and decent EQ - I thought I'd make a good HR professional. A bubble of a dream. That bursts eventually. That's right - with every call for an interview I get, there is a bubble created in my mind. A momentary dream that takes me to a space where I work in that place and I mull over how it would be, and what I would like or dislike about the job. This happens every single time. And thus became a tale of rejections....... Ever since I had decided to take up the one-year managerial executive program, PGDM weekend course, people advised me about the unlikeliness of higher pay - one is because it’s not a regular MBA degree, it’s a PG diploma, and two, it’s Human Resources of all th...

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Will India be better for women in future?

Recently the country was begrimed with a documentary ‘India’s daughter’ with regard to the nightmarish incident that occurred in December 2012. A girl in her early twenties was gang-raped in a moving bus in Delhi - this is what I knew. Rape cases - I get to hear or read about it often. I do not know to what extent the documentary was polished, but one thing was sure - I was outrageous to listen to what the driver, Mukesh, and the defense attorney had to say. I was immensely disturbed mentally, so much that I was in depression for the entire day till I had to force myself to cheer up as I was going on a vacation. Even there, those baseless and harsh words said in the short film were haunting me like an evil devil. I wanted to write about it and vent out my anger on the whole issue but could not bring myself to do it then. To think of it now, what the defense attorney (I have no clue why you even need a defense for this crime) said spoke the minds of most ...

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