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It's back.

With even more panic and confusion than usual. This time I'm around, I'm even more afraid.

The last time this happened was around the time I was graduating college, when I didn't know what to do next. I knew I wanted to study further, but what, where and how completely flummoxed me and I decided it would be best for me perhaps to work for a year, so I would get a clearer idea of what I wanted to do next in life.

And now it's December and I've know I've got approximately four months until I start putting in applications for whatever it is I wanted to.

Yes, I'm aware that four months is a hell of a long time, but I don't want to work that way. I know me. And one of my many many skills is procrastination. And if I know I have a 120 days until I have to absolutely get off my fat ass and do something, I'm not going to do anything but postpone.

Also, another reason is, I'd like to definitely know what it is that I want to do and where I'm applying. Wrap up things here properly. Apply for my student loan, have a place to stay once I arrive there and if my mom sees this, she'll robably faint from shock, learn to even maybe cook a little. What? It's good to be self reliant! And besides, didn't Gandhi say something along those lines anyway?

And so, my plea to you, Oh great and wise Internet guru, as well as my loyal readers, of which there are very few, What the f*** do I do? Any ideas? Aside from of course, going to Edwise.

I've done my Bachelors in Mass Media so far, majoring in Journalism. I would like something along those lines. But HR is an option I am considering. So help me.

Pretty please.

Comments

Homecooked said…
How about coming to the US for further studies or even going to Australia? If you dont want to be far from home I think Symbiosis has a good program for journalism or MBA (incase u want to pursue HR)
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Homecooked:I'm more inclined towards the U.S or the U.K. The U.K more in particular. I'm not really interested in studying in Australia somehow and while studying in India is an option I'm considering, I really want to go abroad for the experience.
shilpa said…
Hey,
Forgot how I got to your blog, but that hardly seems relevant now.
I went through the same deliberation and am now doing my Masters in HR in UK. So let me know if you need any info on that front.
Good luck :)
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Shilpa: Hey! Thanks so much. That was really sweet of you. I'll definitely contact you if I need something. Where are you studying? As in which university?
Sankoobaba said…
HR pays well...surely more than mass media...
symbiosis is expensive but has bigger name as compared to pune univ. or mumbai univ...pune univ. is cheapest of lot.. ..both which are not bad really..
if you are looking for money ..HR is good ...but you love journalism..more than money...got for it...money will always come...
shilpa said…
I'm studying at the Manchester Business School, affiliated to the University of Manchester.
It takes time to decide what you want to do and then where you want to study. Took me ages!
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Shilpa: How's the program at your school? Is it good? And if you don't mind, could I have your email id.. It'd be much easier to do it over the phone than it would to do it this way.. And I'd delete the comment once I read it anyway.
Moo said…
...Woman! BELIEVE me, this is the exact same discussion I've been having with my mum and other close people. When to quit working and start applying, what to study in the first place, whether I'll ever do it without wasting all the time that I get...Sigh! It's good to know there are more of me out there! :P

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