(Bar is one place where u can hear interesting stories . When alcohol gets in , guys speak out a lot from the heart or mouth . A 24 year old guy karthi , who had 2 quarters of Old monk rum went out of control , backprocessed his time machine 3 years back and spoke a lil about his love , lot abt IT life , personal life and etc., . Though it was emotional its so funny . So , I thought of blogging it . Here u go ... At that night , from the alcohol blooded fun freak karthi ... )
Many of them till the age 24, would not have swim against the tides in the sea of life. After 12 years of school life and 4 years of college life, everyone expects a job, that too with a hefty pay in a reputed company . The same thing happened me and pay is hefty compared to average Indian sal of Rs.10 .
I was offered a job in a MNC, software company . I think the feeling of getting first offer letter is incredible and is as good as the first French kiss from a girl friend. On the first day of corporate life ( so called by the old buffaloes over there ) , I was very happy with introduction by HR's (especially good looking female HR's) , north Indian pals in my project , 'mals' in my company or IT park, buffet lunch at a hotel and a multistoried building with 24 hrs of A/C and vending machines of coke to coffee at the work environment .
But many of the losers like me can afford to taste only coffee and soup as the girls and mals had been hijacked by the terrorists before my mouth say a word 'Hi or Hello ‘. Then all the losers like me formed a gang and made fun of the psycho managers , dump team leads , funny senior managers and HR's , cursed the couples and nick named the good and bad looking girls to aunts and raped the hotties with our starry looks itself .
On the first weekend with the account soared to a 20K plus for the first time in life , with a rum in one hand and a chicken lollypop in the other , we raised our chest and collars as if our name was listed on the Forbes richest people in the world . Slowly the days had passed after breaking the head with some bull shit abends , fixing the code that bombed in production and other crap works sent by creepy onsite coordinators .
Then came the D day , like the day of elections for politicians , day of movie release for actors and day of court's verdict for god men , the appraisal ratings were out . I thought politics is a open sewage and software is a dried, clean land but assumptions were fallacious. I did not project myself and did not laugh at manager's senseless jokes, did not nod my head for unofficial work and behaved like a self-esteemed Dravidian . I don’t know whether it can be called a personal vendetta or a professional vendetta.
That night a spark came into my mind, why do not I write CAT. But I proved a true tamilian and went below zero in English though the scores in mathematics and DS were pretty decent. Anyhow, my dream of a consultant or investment banker was shattered. Sani bagavan loves me so much that he stays with me all the time and gives problems like Pakistan giving for India . Recession started and no way of switching companies. Being a tamil Bernard Shaw, I thought CAT is more powerful than my fate .
But in these days , though professional life was like a hell , personal life was damn gud with beer , rum or whisky , movies , friends , Hyderabad biryani and khabab's and flirting the most gorgeous and sexy female of our company ,Priya . One fine day , I received a mail saying 'Congratulations for completing 3 successful years with our organization' . I regretted for wasting 3 years of my life time in this stair less well. And 2 weeks later, I celebrated my 24th birthday also.
What should I do now? To switch comp and continue life in the same shit and do the fu**ing job and be a prey to this society and family to lead as usual life by marrying a IT girl, loan a Santro/i20 and pay EMI to a 2 bed room flat .Though the society and family feel shame in seeing me a small grocery shop owner or a hotel owner, should I try out my business skills in this capitalistic country?
I hate myself to hate the job that provides me bread and butter but could not love the sucking SW industry . Oscillating mind continues … I read once in an article ‘ The biggest risk is not taking risk ‘ . These lines keep bombarding my brain cells to come out of fear, to do what heart desires to. But donno what will happen tomorrow? If something good happens, I will surely come out big next time to write ‘A software engineer’s experience in business world’ or ‘A software engineer’s political experience ‘ .