My wild attempt at becoming an RJ

You know i actually sent this CV to Radio City a little while ago.

RadioCity: So if you believe you can make it BIG………
Me: I truly believe I can.
RadioCity: And you think you got what it takes………
Me: I think I do.
RadioCity: Then contact us ………
Me: So I am.

My name is Sapna Sera Abraham people call me Saps, Sappy, Sera or Girl (like I need someone to remind me of my gender......sheesh)

Well, I thought …is this a sign???? I was browsing the net and the radio city RJ thingy just jumped up on my screen (I’m kidding of course, I was literally doing a Google search)…so I thought to ma self…..Girl why don’t you try this thing….you always had the gift of the gab…

Like most other kids I had an education. I had parents nice enough to send me to an English medium school so I managed to finish my schooling at Union Christian Matriculation Higher Secondary School, Chennai. On passing out I thought I had conquered the world. Yes for me it was an achievement. Barely had I come out victorious out of this war when the army general and her lieutenant, (Mom and Dad in that order) decided that it was time to send me to torture camp. More Education.

So I was forced to do a degree in English literature. Why English in specific? Well that seemed to be the only language I spoke and being a drama queen my parents thought I would ace in Shakespearean Studies, Poetry and the likes. Little did they know there were other subjects such as History of English Literature, Linguistics, The origin of Grammar etc, etc.

I thought cruelty to children was banned. I should have a filed a case against my parents and the educational institute for the abuse and battering caused to such a delicate, beautiful mind such as mine. No I thought they will not destroy me I will survive. So I did. I passed out of English literature with average scores like an average kid from the Madras Christian College.

But the journey was lonely, dark and deep. I managed to break every rule in the book. So after rebelling with the authorities, fighting for my freedom by leading strikes and demonstrations (yeah I wish) I finally managed to scrape through without being suspended. But here I was a fresh graduate, older, wiser and at cross roads again. But this time without the slightest clue of what I wanted to do with my life.

My first job in a multinational company GE Hyderabad, I lasted a year and half which is a record time for me…..having an extremely active and creative mind any kind of monotony tends to drive me nuts. So I came back screaming to save my mind and besides I also missed the heat, the sweat and the auto drivers in good old chennai.

Once I got back to Chennai, my big mouth helped me get on stage. Oh yeah! It was theatre all the way. They don’t call me drama queen for nothing. And what’s more all the productions I ever got involved with were all musicals. Boy, you should have seen me singing a tune and shaking a leg……I loved the attention and the popularity it brought. But man cannot live by talent alone.

So here’s where I stepped into my second job, I got into advertising……my creative ability actually got me a job as a copy writer……see you can live on talent alone.

Then I decided to do something crazy. It was more a case of self abuse. Yep, I took the first step towards more mental torture. I sure tried to pursue my Master’s in English. After two years of O.D’ing. Please don’t ask me what happened I’d rather not talk about it. During my master’s I took up a keen sport of juggling and seemed to have become an expert in it. I was juggling theatre, studies and jobs as freelance consultant.

After that, up until today I’ve been working as a corporate trainer…oh yeah talking my mouth off too bozo’s not smart enough to do it themselves. Just kidding I must say I love it……but since my creative juices are not being challenged, I feel like I need to challenge myself.

So here I am hoping and wondering that I fit the bill that you require for a Radio Jockey.

Oh and by the way if you think I suck please do call me to let me know that too……because unfortunately I have this clingy friend called Hope, I really need to convince her in case I don’t make it.


Needless to say I never heard from them....
Too wild for their taste I suppose??!!!???
Anyways I had fun writing it.

I'm OK

I'm hitting my late 20's and it's speeding in closer by the minute. Heck was it just yesterday when this teen Barbie bimbo called me auntie?

Wow I never thought I'd loose my temper that fast. Thank God for good friends who put a "leash" on me and send the flustered "16 something Miss perfect figure" off telling her not to take it personal and that i was just rabid.

Grrrr Auntie my foot.

Ok so maybe I've got a few extra tyres round by girth in the last one year. Well i bake the best chocolate cakes and pies in the world. So that tallies for my lack of waistline that screams @$##^%$^%&^!!!! Instead of the perfect 26!!

Ok so maybe I lack that beautiful luscious mane to toss over my shoulder and casually throw sultry looks at men. What the heck!!! I've got Curls Curls and more Curls. Cut short to the skull and its been declared as the most lovable and ruffled head among my friends. So that's ok to.

Ok so maybe i get an allergy when I think of a diet or organic food or even salads. Someone has got to value the richness and beauty of ice-creams, hamburgers dripping with extra cheese, choco chip cookies, chicken roast, lemon tarts, fish pie, pot roast ...aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh the beauty of rich glorious food. Do i dare hold them in contempt and throw my nose up at them.

Ok so maybe i don't giggle daintily. What's the harm in a full throated laugh? Do you know how great it feels to snort like a pig and laugh till you think you are gonna die??? Hehehehehahahaha. Lung power!!!

Well i don't have a problem with me, and i dont give a rat's ass doing the twist either, if you've got a problem with me.

I'm OK. As a matter of fact I'm doing bloody good !!