My Calling

So of all the wonderful millions of things available in this beautiful world of things to do I am trying (trying is a pathetic word don’t you think?) to find ' my calling'. this phrase 'my calling' sounds exotic like straight from a travel book or magazine with glossy covers or perhaps even glossy pages.. Which majors in penning down interesting fundas about life for the benefit of humanity... or the society in general so to speak.. But let me tell you.. As we all are aware it takes guts to at least admit that you do not know what you want to do after living 25 years of your life and lazing around.. With parents providing for your food, bed and shelter... But sooner or later it begins to bug all of us.. MBA seems to be the new basic graduation and a gateway to a decent management position... And I am wondering as I am writing this brilliant piece of rubbish work surely I can be a writer... journalist? nah... Interviewing ppl is not my cup of tea.. at least it could be coffee... or quiche but not tea!!!

And as I include food in my write up.. am also wondering if Food is my business after all... and I should be putting my graduation to good use...