Is it just me or has Blogger gone insane? If moving blogs wasn't such a hassle, I would have probably switched over to another host ages ago.

These last four days, though, have been murder. The final semesters of a lot of people are coming to an end. A generation, my generation, of CS students is passing by and soon they'll all be off into the big, bad world. This last bit is a source of much anxiety amongst the would be "Fresh Graduates". That's a buzzword with all the job hunts going on: "Fresh graduates". People are running around like chickens with their heads cuts off, worrying about their projects, their finals exams, their employment issues, and I can't really blame them. Heck, I'd much rather sit back and watch amusedly because this is a scenario that's a good long way off from right now for me.

Returning to happier things, employment has been good to me. Having the chances of a steady income for at least a few months is making me think big and dream bigger. Of course, everyone has that list of things you want to buy if you became a kajillionaire, but keeping in mind that it's my first job, I've had to set aside several of the top items on my list, such as #1: Monster truck with wheels as tall as an apartment, but that's okay, because I have other plans. Should employment work out and I get to save enough for a couple of months, I should have my hands on the new Special Edition U2 iPod. I have learnt from experience not to plan too far ahead, but who knows, it just may come true.

As for studies, I have accustomed myself to the fact that if you're always on time, always do the work on time, always stick to an organized, timely manner of doing something, you'll be taken for granted. If you do well, it's to be expected. You will never, however, be lauded as much as that single student who was not working at all initially and suddenly showed a spark of drive and did some work. Which brings me to my point. My view that Pakistan is not for the orderly, polite, shareef, punctual people at all, but for the bullies. The meek should all migrate and then come back when the bullies have wiped each other out.

The past few days have been all about work, which prompts me, in my sleep-deprived state, to sit here singing the "Kaam kaam kaam, din raat karain hum kaam" jingle as I go about the pressing business at hand.