Where should Freshers go ?

Recently I realised that the people who are at positions of Authority and decision making in their respective fields when approached by Freshers looking for jobs, have a very static response. “We are looking for experience for ….. years (minimum experience and expertise)”

Why they forget that they were freshers at some point of time?

Graduation/Masters from good Universities is a result of hard work, self discipline, dedication and commitment apart from huge investment in monetary terms. These young dynamic career seekers are futures of their respective fields, so give them a chance

Give an opportunity to a freshers to kick start their career , as someone else did for you .

Introspection -life or plastic ?

We , humans, are creatures of convenience and in that process often get ourselves into unmanageable situations .
How slowly the menace of plastic came into our lives and is now a threat to our very existance. A small example :
I remember as a child we use to take our own bowls to buy milk or yogurt/curd
Then
Came the bowls made of leaves for yogurt
Then
The white plastic bags
Now
The packed containers with plastic lids and plastic bottles
Everyone welcomed the replacements and happy to be saving time (by not waiting in queues)
Relevant to mention here that those milk shops used to be the first meeting point most morning, from exchanging the plesantries to politics to cricket to sharing few laughs and jokes. Fresh morning Air and a morning in the bargin
Today the question is :” Is the damage repairable?
A few suggestions
– we can try to go back making curd at home like our mothers/grandmothers
– using of clay bowls by the mass manufacturer. ( experimental and possible if will is there?
– avoid small packs

The plastic not just around us but inside us, now is the time to INTROSPECT and ACT

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My roaming Soul

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Today it’s Quadrille at dVerse, with Mish hosting. The poem has to have exactly 44 words. The word that has to be included in the poem is “rock”.

 

Lying with my eyes close

Surrounded by the high rocks

Feeling the birds soaring high

Hearing music of quiet streams

Fresh Air kissing my hair

Magic unforgettable

Reality a harsh desert Sun

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