When will there be some good news?

In the subway last night, I saw this man reading a book titled, ''When will there be some good news?''. Precisely my sentiments. There is a limit to perseverence. How long can one sustain without any sign of success? How long can one fight depression in times of crisis? Many questions, without answer or hope. My option for hope was to go back to India. However, when I told my parents about coming back, I could distinctly hear the voice of disappointement. I don't understand why it is such a status symbol for Indian parents to have their kids abroad. It just isn't worth wasting our lives here. India is a lively and beautiful country. In many ways one understands its beauty only after staying away from it.
Yesterday I met someone who I thought would give me some career advise. I thought, this guy was also a recent MBA graduate and had landed up with a plump job in this bad market. So he can guide me well. However, reality always sucks. He told me how he had blatantly lied on his CV about doing things which he had never done before and asked me to do the same as well. Can ou imagine my horror when he told me the full details of how I could go about scammimg people with my falsehood and lies! I don't say that I have always been truthful in my life. I have lied but under circumstance where I had little option. Yes, I have lied but thats when I felt I was being meted out unfair treatment and need to hit back. However cheating innocent professionals is just not acceptable. It is not the right thing to do and I will not succumb to any such temptation in times of hardship, I will just not do it.
''Life gives you two paths, the right one and the wrong one. Wrong one looks simple initially but will ultimately give you failure. Right one seems tough initially, you will face many obstacles but will succeed ultimately''. I wish Adi Chopra would make more movies like DDLJ.
Everything has just been plain bad lately, on job front, on country front, movie front and all other personal fronts as well. Life this Christmas resembles rubbles of Kandahar, builiding a Toronto on it is not an easy job (no pun intended, whatsoever!).