I shamelessly call myself a writer (for a rookie writer which I am), and realized I wrote only three posts, one a year! That's the exact definition of a bad writer. Like any other post of mine, this is also a series of incidents which happened in my life.
That was December, 2012 when I first joined the job, got first salary for the first 15 days I worked, the time when transition from being a miser to being a brat happened. We moved to Bengaluru, all of us. We called that a honeymoon period. Life was pretty okay even without money (the consequence which happened because of the transition). Apoorva made it easier. If there was a single slice of bread, we used to share(not that we had just a slice of bread thought! We had a loaf, maybe). We had freedom, individuality, self responsibility and no money.
That was December, 2012 when I first joined the job, got first salary for the first 15 days I worked, the time when transition from being a miser to being a brat happened. We moved to Bengaluru, all of us. We called that a honeymoon period. Life was pretty okay even without money (the consequence which happened because of the transition). Apoorva made it easier. If there was a single slice of bread, we used to share(not that we had just a slice of bread thought! We had a loaf, maybe). We had freedom, individuality, self responsibility and no money.
That's how we landed back in Hyderabad. Only expenses were spent on parties, pretty clothes and commute. Yes I started using the words like commute. Welcome to the software world! Its their lingo. Or 'our' if I'm allowed to call it.
However miserable, it was a comfort zone. It was a bubble which we'd choose not to come out of. That's not how it should work. You take chances. You explore. You check for other opportunities. Think twice. Thrice. Did you really want to become a software engineer? If you're a mechie, what the hell are you doing in front of this shitty box? Did you ever want to become a bartender, a film Director or a beat-boxer? Were we programmed all our life to be what you are now? Did you decide to be this?
What if I really wanted be a chef or a tennis player? This is India. We aren't allowed to take chances. Parents wouldn't be proud if their daughter were a bartender. That's why there are more engineers than there are artists. There are more software employees than there are professional dancers. And me? I just went with the flow. It was MPC because it cannot be BiPC. It was math because I cannot draw. It was Sreenidhi because that's the most decent college I got with my EAMCET score. It was ECM because the CSE seats were filled by nerds and rich kids. It was Cognizant because that's the only company I got recruited by. I don't really know what I want. Would I? Ever?
Money isn't really a priority anymore.
Two years is enough. I quit.
I promised to myself, that I will grow as a person. I will learn new things. I will explore new opportunities. I will do real business and give my MBA some meaning. I will do everything I wanted to, and everything I never did before.
Money isn't really a priority anymore.
Two years is enough. I quit.
I promised to myself, that I will grow as a person. I will learn new things. I will explore new opportunities. I will do real business and give my MBA some meaning. I will do everything I wanted to, and everything I never did before.
From this two years of experience, I decided I do not want to be a human robot again. I do not want to work for an MNC where you don't get to use your brain, where there is no vivaciousness and no identity. *T&C Apply
*except when I have to pay my education loan or when I'm in deep shitty crisis.
