One year, three months and ten days later...

That's a long, long time. Time long enough to close aforesaid pursuits, return to India, embark on one's second innings, and enter the whole dilemma that career-related questions pose in front of you. Time enough to consider, and wish for birds in the bush when the ones in the hand got bought by birds flying in the sky (raising concern for self preservation). However, birds in the bush being elusive as they are, went up the tree in pursuit of safety, which is when I decided I was barking up the wrong tree anyway. Of course, these things always have a food chain, so one bird's pursuer is another's target - and to cut the long story short, book-keeping is back to being the sole bread earning profession of this industrious one-man household.

Definitely cynical this time, though.