What my True Statement of Purpose would be like

To,
The Consular,
High Commission,
Australian Embassy,
India.

Subject- Statement Of Purpose

Respected Sir/Madam,

I have been fortunate enough (or should I say unfortunate enough considering the circumstances) to be accepted by UTS, Australia for the course Masters in Engineering Management and I am now applying for a non-immigrant student visa for the Spring intake of 2014.

I want to make a difference in the field I work in. I want to make a name for myself that will not fade into oblivion. I'd probably have started my application with something like that if I had been the same person I was a couple of years ago. I did crave for fame and success above all once. I was proud of my accomplishment of graduating an Electrical and Electronics Engineer, major in Communication, without any fails; and I thrived of making a meaningful contribution to the telecommunication sector in my country. My bucket-list included making a name for myself to the point of one day being one of 50 ladies included each year as Naree women of the year in this magazine that awards women who have done some significant works in their respective fields. Looking back at that dream from where I am now has led me to realize how naive those dreams were and how I need to set more realistic and attainable goals.

I graduated about a year and half ago from Kathmandu University. Though the plans of it being a residential university were not carried out, in my year we did compulsorily have to stay in the hostel and so I did for four years. It was a domain on its own, secluded from the world outside. Located at Dhulikhel, it was far away from the pollution of the valley but not far enough to be completely cut off urbanization. Wonderful weather, walks in the nature and numerous sources of entertainment and good food within walking distance, along with my many friends. Those days were the days we dreamed big. We had no active responsibilities to speak for, money was not an issue as we were students and it was still okay to depend on our parents financially. Studies were our only concern and so we found a lot of time to imagine what life would be like after graduation, who would be the first one to land a job and where, how much would the jobs pay and where would be go for a post-graduate degree when the time came.

I cannot speak for all my friends but the real world started for me when I came back home after my finals. Then came the immense pressure of finding a job. Contrary to what I believed, nobody was looking to offer any kind of job to a freshly graduated engineer. There were no vacancies, no HR would look at my CV without prior work experience and there was no end to the competition that ensured if and when there was a job opening anywhere. The massive crowed of people on the streets, the endless traffic jams, the unnecessary honking from each and every vehicle while waiting for the traffic to change, not to mention the dust that enveloped the entire roads due to road expansions made it even more difficult for me to adjust to this life after graduation.

Word Porn

The more I browse through this site wordporn and read and understand the philosophical and spiritual stuffs said there, the more I believe that I am not normal. But that is the best part of it all, it says that it is more than okay to be crazy and no work of art has been accomplished till date without a slight hint of madness. 

And frankly I would hate to be with someone who pretends to be normal and who would make me as pretensions because for most people it is so very important to keep up appearances. It is like their whole life is spent pleasing somebody or the other by agreeing to things they feel the entire opposite of or just sucking up to somebody. Being unoriginal, being like everyone else, trying to mingle in the crowd.

So I have never had a problem fitting in. I am not so much of an introvert. I do not dread social interactions but I prefer to avoid them as far as possible. I am not anti-social, I have people I like to confide in. I just like to keep away from useless interactions and small talk.

And this picture is actually the reason I am ranting here. This is not a problem that I have faced. I read and I love reading. I may not be one of those girls completely absorbed in books who forgets to eat and sleep or forgets that a real world exists around her, but I know what it is like to travel to a whole different realm and imagine being with the characters in their world of fantasy.

I have always been proud of myself and I love myself just how I am. I am so thankful I am not a bimbo, I have the aptitude and openness for an intellectual conversation and a highly imaginative mind, and because of the way I look I am not an outcast.  Though the thought had never occurred to me before if I would be labelled a outcast because I prefer reading and spending time alone rather than talk to just about anyone who comes in front of me. I wonder if people would think I am more weird that they think I am now if I looked more bad. Bacause no matter how hard you try and no matter how much you try to change it, a girl will be judged by her looks first amongst other things. A friend of mine once said to me very honestly that trusting  a guy of loving me truly is more difficult for me than others because first of all I have to make sure it is not the looks that have attracted him. Of course I care about the way I look but my thoughts go deeper than that.

So I was just talking to another friend of mine about how important it is to be able to communicate with others without being afraid of saying how you feel and how intellectual and spiritual conversation is like comfort food for your soul, like a good book is to your mind. And one of my turn-ons is the two of you looking at a third person together and saying, preferably at the same time how he/she reminds you of somebody from this book that you've both read! Now that would be my kind of love-at-first-sight.

Reconstructing Amelia (Book review)

I need to read books like 'Reconstructing Amelia' to remind myself why I read Classics and Fantasy book, and need to stick with them. I had really high hopes for this book, first there was this whole awesome story-line. A single mother trying to figure out the death (ruled out as suicide) of her teenage daughter. I though this would be heart-wrenching and maybe this book would actually make me cry, plus who does not love a good murder mystery. red herrings. Spoilers ahead!
So much expectation, so much disappointment. It did keep me going until the very end, i will give it that. Though that was probably because I wanted to know what possible explanation could there be for Amelia's death after coming across tens and thousands of red herrings.

Losing my Temper

Someone once said that before you diagnose yourself of depression, make sure the people around you are not complete morons. I am not self-diagnosing myself and I sure am not depressed but I am so freaking mad all the time now. And I guess diagnosing yourself of depression or simply realizing you are very low on patience and high on temper is pretty much the same thing, the bottom line being, 'Before you blame yourself take a long hard look at the idiots around you'

Before I get to the rest of the story let me give you a little background to this month. February, the season of love. I hate it. It has nothing to do with love, though. I kept a diary when I was small. Well not too small, from classes 5 to 8, I guess. I was not a regular writer. Generally I wrote when I found something to complain about. I eventually found a pattern for the unfortunate events, more like major or minor annoyance, that happened to me- Thursday, 23rd and the whole of February, being the self proclaimed psychologist that I am. I get that this may have pretty much been a self-fulfilling prophecy sort of thing, where panicking about something happening causes so much distraction to one that something unfortunate surely happen. Or maybe I took no notice of it the rest of the days and concentrated on finding faults on the aforementioned dates and days. Anyways, February sucks and the universe tries finding new ways to make me miserable in this month. I don't remember what happened the last year or the several years before that since I no longer kept up with keeping a diary but I remember feeling miserable then, possibly for some insignificant reason if I even remember one now but that mattered then and this series of unnecessary annoying things happening to me matter now.

Elimination of violence against women

The 25th of November has been designated by the UN as the International day for the elimination of violence against women and this year in 2013, there is going to be a 16 day long campaign to end the violence against women. You may have noticed the newspaper advertisements of famous football and cricket players of Nepal pledging their support against women violence. The advertisements go as far as to say that their goals represent the voice against women violence. Of course this is a good initiative and seeing the allegiance of such famous players towards this noble cause and this might encourage some women to actually feel hopeful. But it is highly improbable that the public awareness, the banners and posters, the special MaHa serial about this cause and this fortnight campaign is enough to end or even minimize this violence.

There are many different behaviors that classify under women violence, like rape, sexual assaults, sexual harassment, female infanticide, domestic violence and basically all types of physical abuse; all of which are pertinent to our country. It is needless to say how unsafe a time it is for women in our country. For those who were not already aware of this, the numerous rape and sexual assault incidents that came to light through the national dailies immediately following the well publicized robbing and rape case of Sita Rai last year, must have done the trick. Even then only about three in five rape cases made the news, the rest remained unheard. This fad of reporting occurred rape cases lasted for a couple of months, along with the famous 'Occupy Baluatar' movement. At that time protests and rallies were held, women empowerment and the end of women violence slogans were sung. The media then moved on to replace women violence with another sensational topic. As the sexual violence cases frequented less often in the newspaper, the public seemed to be lose interest. Now with the observance of international day against women violence once more the awareness is raised and public interest kindled. I do not want to sound like a complete pessimist, but I think it is a little too late to try to stop woman violence only through public awareness.

The Commercialization of Love

It is not that I am against the whole idea of love. I am just against the cheesy, mushy, over-the-top show-off that people think is love and that is the reason why I am against the Valentine Culture. They say February is the month of love and the fourteenth of February, the Valentine's Day is the day of love; what I fail to understand is how love can be a calendarized event. It has been like the kind of things that you either love or hate but just cannot stay away from it. All in all this whole Valentine Culture has done more harm than good. 

 First of all let's about the individuals that have been termed as the singles. There are different categories of the singles. There are some singles ones who are indifferent to this day. Their only connection to this day is helping their friends who are in a relationship, those termed as the couples, to pick out gifts for their companions and to give them as much advice as they possibly can about what to buy, what not to buy, where to go and such stuffs which happens to be the biggest dilemma of the couples at the moment. Then there are some singles that have been left with a sense of self-loathing for having nobody to celebrate it with because of this Valentine Culture. They may choose to go out with their other single friends or there is always booze to get them through the day. Then there are some singles who want so badly to jump from being a single to being a couple that they believe that the fourteenth of February is a day to propose their love, regardless of what they feel for the person they are proposing their love to. For instance, a couple of people dating each other and enjoying their company and maybe even in the process of falling in love may feel the pressure of this day and rush into relationships they might not have otherwise been ready for.