The feeling is mutual. That’s what my friend said when I revealed to her my latest thoughts on ‘Post Grad Syndrome.’
Chirography, I would say, is the mirror of our mind. Now please, Re-read the line for my sake. I said Chirography, not choreography.
You can easily read a person’s mental state by having a look at his handwriting. If the alphabets he writes down look wrecked – Oh boy! He’s definitely not right mentally. A depression may define his state. And if the words look like flowers on the paper sheet. It’s a clear sign of his mental healthiness.
But what has it got to do with my shoe snap above?
Well, I have my own theory on identifying a Graduate with Post Grad Syndrome. It’s not by his hand writing that you find his depression – The story of his despair is found when You look at his Shoe.
If they are wrecked. Torn – faded – reminding you of some Iranian Movie ‘Children Of Heaven’ , — BINGO!!! You have just spotted a poor jobless grad !
And in this case, me and my friend were the victims. It was just another job hunt day for us, and we were so full of high hopes and enthusiasm, even though we stomped on swollen foot and it was really like marching by the valley of despair but yet, we hummed the ever green ‘rock you’ tune in earnest , just to have a good background music.
So just like that, I looked down at my feet while walking. I knew something was wrong . My feet felt wet all of a sudden. I looked down – inspected my shoes and Berra ghark! My long time buddy shoes were now slightly torn because of the constant hectic walk. And because it had been raning earlier that day , I had been a victim of water leak in my shoe. Berra Ghark again!
Now if it had been some other day I would have expressed disgust over this – but that day – It seemed like I was a Graduate of Heaven.
‘Look at this’ I extended my left foot , ‘Its official now, we’re the children of Heaven. Majid Majidi should do a remake version of His movie, casting us.’ , I muttered to my friend Faiza, laughing all the way. She looked at me , then at my shoe and then back at me.’ L-O-L . ‘ was her expression.
We think, It was the best day of our job hunt adventure. As every time We both look at this picture , We can’t help reminiscing. I’m a freelancer now, she’s a office woman. And Majid Majidi is still in Iran – oblivious of our remake version . 😛
So What’s yours Post grad Syndrome memory?