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I loved studying Public Relations as a subject back in university. It all sounded like quite a fun profession, at least within the four walls of the Lecture Room it did…until my first job was as a PR Executive and I realized it was a tough job. Here's a funny meme I came across... Jokes apart, here's reality: 1.      You slog hard to make someone else or something famous 8 hours of your every working day, you work to shed limelight to your client or client’s product. It is a result of your own effort of pitching your story to the journalist and coaxing them that your client gets featured on the cover page or even gets a quarter page clipping in a magazine. Think how selfless you have to be when you sport a genuine smile while you see your excited client reading about himself in that magazine. 2.      You blame Sex and the City where Samantha make her PR job seem glamorous Always on the phone, in demand, dressed immaculately a...

Yes, that's me. Mounted on that blue scooter.  With just few classes of riding done, and a slow progress on that front, I went ahead and booked a scooter. A snazzy Yamaha Ray. And that helmet's cute right? If I hadn't booked it, I would perhaps never have done so. Ever. Because I think a lot. Can I do this? Can I ride? Should I spend on a two wheeler? Will it be worth it? What if I never learn to ride? How will I do this on my own? Yes, you've just got a sneak peak into the mind of a Capricorn lady. But guess what, I can ride. I made my first bold move of taking the bike out without a pillion trainer with me last Saturday. It's something I compelled myself to do because I had to ride down to the showroom to collect my permanent number plate fixed. No choice. It had to be done and I had to do it myself. So heart in my mouth, I start the scooter, whispered a prayer and took off. The entire ride to the showroom I wished nothing but for kind hearted fellow rid...