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Life Blog Series (Why I am talking to myself) – Part 11 – ( Caravan of Terrible Dejection )

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Caveat: Caveats are a ruse. Missing them is in itself like a fix to the incomplete jigsaw. So try and miss most of them. I write and I keep writing till I’m sure my reader can connect the dots looking backwards at the piece. I may not explain my position in full throttle. At some points, I may just leave the point it as it is, like the way I just did.

It’s a little bit off track from what I decided to write upon 5 minutes ago due to the recent developments hereby. I have been a humble provider, learner and exchange-r of knowledge in my university for the last 4.5 years and I have not seen such a state as I am today. I never liked the word “throng”, though it doesn’t mean anything very bad but whenever it’s used in my context or I’m anyhow related to the context of usage, I feel a gust of wind of negative connotation uprooting me due to its condescending implications. It according to Merriam-Webster means “a densely packed crowd of people or animals” and mind you, it doesn’t have to signify a purpose as to why. It hit me today that my peers had lost the purpose of their education by selling themselves to the top recruiting firms who visited my university for job placements today i.e. Monday, 1st December 2014.

I don’t want to suppose a moral high ground as I was a significant part of the process till I got rejected by the 2 firms I had enamored a small dream of getting into but as usual, rejection at times can trigger an eclectic variety of emotions as opposed to success. “If you want something, it can be done if you really want it”. Well, how many of you agree with this statement? I hope you all do but it deserves an analysis from the vantage point of someone who failed despite trying hard. Doesn’t it?

I thought that rejection and the dejection following it deserve a mention in the ongoing life blog series. So I am writing this piece at 4:45 AM (Indian Standard Time) after a very fruitful interaction with my colleagues who sat for the interviews, some of them who were hired and many of them who are facing impending rejection in the results about to be declared in a few hours from now.

Preparing yourself for a job is indeed the same simple basic notion with which industrialization began in the world, which is briefly defined as the period of social and economic change that transforms a human group from an agrarian society into an industrial one. An industrialized society need either those people who are ready for the job, or those who are willing to get ready for it. Individual dreams other than being a live working contributor to the industrialized society is a different pursuit altogether. You’re welcome to be led astray(as they say) but it will be a tough fight and a long shot that you will make something out of yourself.

How convenient our system has become! Our recruiters pitch in front of us in the following manner and sequence. We have everything ready for you, they say. We provide you schools for education. We provide your parents a job in order to educate you in our schools. Then we provide you opportunities to work with us so that you and your progeny can exit this cycle. Those who can’t make through the only exit route have to keep continuing working small time jobs living the life we decide for them by implementing, affecting and manipulating grand policy decisions which have far reaching and deep rooted, sometimes inconceivable impacts on our economy, hence on our lives.

This doesn’t mean that I turned tables on our recruiters. I’m as curious to know about job life as those who applied for top notch jobs hoping they could make that cut being among the 50 odd people who would be the stars of tomorrow by grabbing fat pay cheques from them but unfortunately(not sarcasm) couldn’t. I hail from a middle class background like many of them from my university who after the recruitment process finishes, will own up to the fact that competition between us itself has failed the very purpose of this institute, the very integral part of which was peer learning.

We learn to compete. Well, that statement doesn’t sound very well to me. Does it to you? I want to stop at this juncture so that the reader can draw his/her own conclusions from the piece. My motive is not to drive a certain kind of anti-passion towards recruitments but a proper analysis at your part will give you an articulation of your purpose in looking for a job. Even if it’s only for pursuit of money and nothing else, It doesn’t disqualify you from being in the position of thinking for yourself. Does it?

I am very sure that many readers of this blog have no clue of what I am talking about but since this topic is as close to me as Ganges river to Gangotri glacier, I supposed that I should give it a mention in the ongoing series.

Stay Tuned for Part 12!

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Life Blog Series (Why I am talking to myself) – Part 7 – ( Boulevard of Stitched Dreams )

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No Caveats this time around as well.

Well it has been some days that I took into reshaping the odd strides my pencil had made while I was painting my literary dream. I like to invent imageries while I write. It helps me focus though you guys might argue against. Many established authors when embark on motivational speeches say that writing in one form or another can be very therapeutic. You know why? The answer may seem ironical. It is because when you set out to write about what you want to write about, It sucks the life form out of you. It demands you to be in a zone which is more or less a certain kind of zone in which you are attentive and discomforted. Yeah it’s right. Choosing the right words can at times be a formidable task. Your repertoire needs to be examined for exact words for exact situations. The thin line is to be able to cross through that demanding process and writing what you wanna write about.

Broken Dreams as it is called is a special class of every writer’s life. We all want to portray what we have in mind. It may be very rudimentary in the start but you need to have something within you that pushes you everyday towards the finish line which everyone defines for themselves. Dreams have to be stitched. They are yours to stay only when you have a sense of belonging to that dream. Well, Fulfilling your dreams is a altogether different pursuit which I am not talking about today.

Writing is in a sense very similar to a grandmother stitching a sweater for you, very persnickety about every turn she makes with that knit because she needs it to be perfect for her grandson. Every time she finishes one, she calls you over, puts it on you and keeps looking at it as she thinks that somewhere or the other, either she overdid the stitching or she missed a mark. She is never satisfied. She decides to give it another go. Her work never convinces her. You will never find a complacent grandmother particularly in the department of knitting sweaters.

Stitch it mi amigo because it will take a life’s journey for you to proclaim at the Grand Canyon of your voice that you wrote it perfect.

More life revelations coming your way in Part 8. Stay Tuned!