People Say I Love It
People Say I Love It4 mins 541 4 mins 541
The beauty of life always lies in the consequence of our actions. The first step a child takes, toddling its way through the grass, is a mother's fond memory which remains rooted to her soul even after her death. She nourishes the child to fulfill her dreams. In her child she sees her future, her aspirations. My mother aspired to be an engineer and so I am one. Probably someday my adopted daughter would be a business tycoon owning a series of wine factories in the foothills of the Himalayas. My mother aspired and I became an engineer - ready to be scrapped by an MNC. The company is supposedly one of the largest IT companies in the country, though the people might be downmarket. I joined the company in one of the exotic locations of India – Trivandrum. The honeymoon period (Training) was spent in this location, where the beaches would be the best place to make love to your spouse. I too made love there. I loved a Blackey named IBM Mainframe...though not in the beaches, but in the learning centre. I came back to my hometown. My father got back his life. Every breath of his was in the hope of seeing me achieve what he supposed was my dream. I landed up in a project where people never spoke to the person beside them. They would rather surf the net, chat with people over sometime, rather than open out their heart to the one beside them. Once I came in and got absorbed in this atmosphere, I longed for a Munna Bhai to come up and give some kind of "Jaadu-ki-Jhappi". Alas, no one was there. I never realized when the project training started and when it ended. All those days the craving and enthusiasm for work and to prove myself again and again had increased. And now I was given some work. It comprised of copying and pasting 40 thousand lines. What an important job and we always thought that an engineer should never go for a Data-entry job!!
The “copying and pasting” continued, though the location changed. It went on and on for more than 3 months. The atmosphere had become bearable due to few people who were compassionate and understanding. The one beside me would be one of the most important ones. Accompanying her would be her friends who helped me go through all this. A bunch of freshers would always remain the project’s favourite treat. Scolding, rebuking and reprimanding - topping the list of favourite activities. But my cubicle-mate showed me that office was not all about the afore-mentioned. It was about what you do and how you do. She was the one who taught me how to deal with people (though they might be god-damn irritating). I was working with her for the first 6 months or so. However, somewhere down the line this association had to be dissolved. It came in the form of a shock when I was made to help a team of unscrupulous, immoral tyrants led by a deceitful and devious crook. Now my work became all about their whims and fancies. Adding spice to that was a senior person who kept on scolding me for my inability to understand things which I didn’t know or passing snide remarks about my foolishness and stupidity. Stupid though I was, I was terrorized to let him know that I was not able to resolve the conundrum of wealth not because I was ignorant or stupid (to the degree he thought of me as), but because I never knew where to look and what to see. If the tip of the ice berg seemed to be worse enough, the entire ice-berg was yet to come. The icing on the cake came once my cubicle-mate and her friend (though by this time, she became a dear friend of mine as well) left for “The onsite” (A place innumerable people aspire to be at, but I would rather be here). Now, the venomous snake started putting its fangs deep into my skin alias valuation.
Often I sought refuge in few people who were the good Samaritans to me. They helped to go through that “thick and thin” once my cubicle-mate and her friend were away. The Ideal Master, QMS queen and never the least, the knight in shining armour for me (though she was the quietest amongst the three) helped me edge through the crests and troughs of this ocean. I am still waiting for it to end. I still don’t know what would be the outcome. I long for my life when a project meant a month of fun at some training centre and project-mates meant people I could hang around with for hours. I long for those days when the only “Chaap” was going through those semesters. I long for my life when chocolates and ice-creams were the only things that I longed for.
As they say – “Every cloud has a silver-lining.” I am still waiting for the painter to pour the silver-colour on his palette.