Yusuf

Written test yet for another job Yesterday I received a call stating that I have been shortlisted for the position of Surveyor in MAAO (a national NGO). I got happy to receive one phone call after applying for all those jobs for the last four months. I did not know what to read or prepare for. The position was for a surveyor; what kind of surveyor, I did not have the slightest clue. However, I knew that these NGO surveys are all being conducted through a mobile application called KoBo. I had downloaded a video about how it works a couple of days ago. I just watched that video twice and this morning went for the test almost empty handed.   They told me that the test will be at 9:00 A.M, but we did not get started with the test until it was half past ten. I had to wait for an hour and a half till they started calling names of applicants and organizing them in different rooms. Much to my surprise today was the coldest day of this winter so far. So I was really cold, my h

Fifth week of unsuccessful attempt for acquiring a passport Today was the fifth Saturday, I tried to apply for passport. Five weeks and I still could not been able to even submit my application for the damn thing. Truth be told, I am completely and utterly lost. I don’t know what to do. With these religious fanatics in power nothing seems to have order now in the country. I wake up at 5:30 this morning and was already on my way to the passport department at 6:30 A.M. I arrived there around seven and waited in the line until half past ten. It was extremely crowded and messy. It seemed like the whole city has gathered there to get passport. The passport department is supposed to start its operations at 8 O’clock in the morning. However, the person in charge of the department arrives at nine with in his fancy vehicle, followed by another car as some sort of security. They would not start operation until boss takes a shower and has some long breakfast. At least that’s what

  I am going to start a YouTube Channel! For the last couple of years I have been thinking about creating a YouTube channel to share my life experiences and other stuff, however, I never got to do actually anything about it. My obsession with YouTube started back in 2016 when I arrived in India, where I was provided with unlimited internet access with a pretty awesome speed, thanks to Indian government. And then when I started working on my English in the beginning of 2017, I thought that one day in a very near future I will create a YouTube channel where I will speak merely in English. Since then it’s been five years and I am not any nearer to implementing that plan than I was five years ago. I finished college a year and a half ago and since then I never had anybody with whom I could talk openly and freely in English, like I used to with my Indian friends back in India.           Frankly I thought I need to work on my speaking some more in order to pull this thing off. However, a

  A Thing I Have Learned (Written By A Nobody Who Has Been Everybody) It is easy to mourn the lives we aren’t living. Easy to wish we’d developed other talents, said yes to different offers. Easy to wish we’d worked harder, loved better, handled our finances more astutely, been more popular, stayed in the band, gone to Australia, said yes to the coffee or done more bloody yoga. It takes no effort to miss the friends we didn’t make and the work we didn’t do and the people we didn’t marry and the children we didn’t have. It is not difficult to see yourself through the lens of other people, and to wish you were all the different kaleidoscopic versions of you they wanted you to be. It is easy to regret, and keep regretting, ad infinitum, until our time runs out. But it is not the lives we regret not living that are the real problem. It is the regret itself. It’s the regret that makes us shrivel and wither and feel like our own and other people’s worst enemy. We can’t tell if any of

    The Things We Do For Love                        Love might be the greatest word, humans have ever created. It is pure and simple, at the same time; it is dangerous and complicated as well. It possesses the power to destroy you; it has also the ability to transform you into something that even you can’t recognize. People tend to forget who they are when they are in love. They tend to go way beyond and way ahead; too high and too far; too deep indeed. Lovers don’t give a f*ck about rights or wrongs; about goods or evils; about people or things; about dead or alive.   They want what they want; they want each other, nothing more and nothing less, that’s what they want. People say the heart wants what the heart wants; it’s indeed true. Love appears to be one way street, there is no turning back. People seem to thrive when they are in love. It can also be proven self-destructive as well; ruining entire universes in a blink of an eye. There is no one definition that can cover all asp

 The Third Door by Alex Banyan       I gotta say first I liked the way this book started but soon it changes from it's main idea. It went completely astray. The starting idea of the book was how to overcome  procrastination  and work our dream; and also how to find out what truly we want. The starting journey really inspiring but soon turned in to  a creepy stalking story. Where the writer the creepy stalker. Leaving everything to just talk to famous and successful people. But I just don't get there is nothing unknown about those people to public. There have been written hundreds of books about them and there are millions of video on youtube.  One by going through them can find out everything about those  entrepreneurs.      His main list was really great but he only ended up interviewing only Bill Gates from that list. Which was by the way a worst interview of it's kind. Instead of asking how Bill Gates overcome all those challenges of teenage; he asked about his marketing

  The Belated Bachelor Party     This was sixth and the worst book from Ravinder Singh that I have read so far. The story does not make any sense whatsoever. Just a bunch of immature married friends get together after almost ten years of graduating from college. But the stuff they do the things they say and discuss are completely disgusting and juvenile.          Despite of being married for at least a couple of year they behave more immature that a fifteen years old boy. The story was tooooo shallow. Ravinder Singh is Indian so I never had higher expectation from him when it comes to vocabulary. But his stories are usually really good   except this one. I don't know what happened to him. My guess is he run out of ideas. After all how many stories can you write while being stuck in one of the most populated cities on earth.  I am so disappointed that i can't even recommend this book for other people. Do not read this book. never EVER.  rEDD Something Else