Fly High

And there I went without a doubt, going ahead with my decision. In my life. I MADE THE DECISION and I was happy about it...

It wasn't long before when I truly enjoyed what I was doing. Felt that I was on the correct path. I had everything figured out. Clear and head on towards the goal I was. Life seemed new. I had just passed my school life, with not many good memories. You know, side effects of being an introvert. But however, the new environment, the new exposure had given me a new confidence.

Yes, I fought with many over my first decision after school. After all, I chose to fly as an air hostess rather than going to college like others. A not much-respected position. Often I was told and advised that after getting high marks, training to become an air hostess just to pour tea was a very immature decision.

But I was sure of what I was doing. The first day at my institute gave me a jolt of energy which I always needed in my school life. I felt I was meant to be there. Around me where my 'to be' classmates and genuinely they were simple. I vibed with some on the very first day. 

Soon I started doubting whether I was an introvert or I never got the right people around me. 

From the next day...it all began. A new journey. Just a two-hour class it was and within the two hours, I felt most alive. New ambition, new zeal...our batch was an overflowing pot of enthusiasm. Everyone was keen enough to understand, to learn. Some, who didn't understand or could speak English tried their best to catch up with the language, and the ones who knew the language had the goal of erasing their stage fear, anxiety and tried building confidence. Such a positive environment gave me a kind of energy to improve myself. Every day after class we used to explore the streets, discuss about our dream destination, our favorite airlines and our faces would be filled with emotions.

The fun we had, was something which I always needed. Not much seriousness, not much fun. Just the right amount of things. And the best part about my classmates was, they were initially not there to compete. Their parents had given the amount for them to see their children having a bright future and here they were, learning. Coming to the institute from far off villages, every day...just to learn, to be strong, to fly. Quite high. 

I often thought that how judged this industry was where you don't need to prove your worth through costly qualifications, where true skills were put to test, where even the simplest could be the best.

Months passed and I couldn't realize it. It was so quick and smooth. It was six months later that I found a completely different ME. Bold and not shy. Confident to speak up. Looking after my health, my skin. I felt womanly at an age where most are just children. Also, with the passing time, the batch changed, the innocence changed and so did the lack of competition. There were groups, there was jealousy. All we spoke about was each other, our improvements, and class politics which even emotionally broke some of us. The emotional and the innocent may be good at their skills but are still weak enough to understand the politics in the corporate industry. You need to be sly to survive. They call it MATURITY in this industry. At least some do...

And when you are living and doing things in your own way, the SOME can often eat most of your confidence. 

Anyway, so interviews began and technically we were all opponents for each other. I never really cared about what others said at their interview. I remember, they used to mug up the introduction and thus, always got rejected. My first-time interview was not filled with expectations. Not at least from me. I was myself. I smiled and even gave some stupid answers but well! found myself rejected in the fourth round. I really didn't care about the fact that I was rejected. The surprise was I managed to go till the fourth round. I was the first one in my batch to do so. And the day after the interview, even the ones who hated me, had their ego... didn't hesitate to ask me about my answers to the questions. Soon my friend circle shrank. I never understood why. Just three of us stayed. We were alienated by the majority for our difference in perspective. We three were the same. Passionate but lacking slyness. And we were proud of that. 

We used to build ourselves up. Just a basic reality check to the one who is reading is... it's really very rare to find people building each other up in the corporate industry. Really rare. But it seemed like I was lucky...

Wasn't the story simple? well, it feels weird to say that now I am writing this story in my house, within the four walls, waiting for opportunities to come my way. The zeal has faded amongst us now. All my batchmates have now diverted to different paths. With their minds and hearts completely distracted.

We still look up at the sky when we hear the carrier flying above us. It still gives us goosebumps. The hope. 

Some are into studies and others are into jobs. All waiting for the same industry, however.

The day we came to Institute after a ten months break, the class had no noise, no rush, no giggles but just a pin drop silence. We now realized that we all were in it, together. And we all needed to get out of it. And one day, maybe one day...all of us will find our ways to the sky, flying with zeal. Soaring high, flying high.....