The Analyst Down Under

Its usually a nice feeling when you slip in your latest degree-certificate into your file. But I was almost embarrassed this time as I seemed to have amassed quite a bit of card paper in there already. The part that really stings is that the card papers may have helped me get more subsequent card papers, but haven't really helped me get back any of the hard-earned and getting-harder-to-manage paper that I've put into these things. That's why I need to get down under, remember? So that I can earn a lot of money in a respectable profession of my choosing and have plenty of time to enjoy life with my family in a beautiful country that respects nature and takes care of its citizens and seems to have more chances of surviving into the next decade/ century than where I am currently. I need to keep that in mind, because sometimes we get so involved in short-term goals and objectives that we forget the broader vision that keeps escaping us like a mirage. So, back to short...

Sweat, blood and tears are good. Then maybe you can just pass on those CIMA papers like I did (I shudder to think about the bucketfuls due for November at the Management Level, and beyond). I am grateful to the Lord and to all the people whose prayers pulled me through. On the other hand, life just isn't effortless any more. I know I don't always dot my is' and cross my ts' but I missed out on the minimum 7 band IELTS requirement in the writing section. Which means another Rs. 10k (or is it 12k already?) and unnecessary delays. I guess this time around I'll have to sit down and do some 'practice' - or at least one blog dedicated to IELTS exam strategy, because that's where I messed up. 'Unnecessary delays' is right because I just had a virtual classical Homer Simpson 'doh moment while going through the assessment criteria for immigration. Turns out I could have been in Australia already (yeah right), if I had applied just a few months earlier...