Log kehte hain...main impatient ....

Many a times it so happens that ....the most desired things we want in our life come so close and yet by stroke of bad luck or as Maradona called 'Hand of God' ...we fail to grab it ....this indeed explains the innate sadness which is often attributed to anyone and anything except ourselves ...the real fact however per me could not be any further ....things do'nt often take place totally out of your control....its just that the level of control excercised or demonstrated to tackle the situation fluctuates . ...in places where there is absolute debacle we often try to shrug off our shoulders refuting even the least amount of involvement.....whereas in other situations we try to pretend to be acting upon things..in reality where little is done ....however , it seems totally senseless to have a defeatist attitude and resign to fate ..with little hopes ...Easier said than done, I have actually been pondering a lot about such trappings of cliched life off late. As I admitted in some of the earlier posts there have been certain pending issues on which some actionining needs to be done to bring them to fruition,however, the usual escapist's demeanour has been showing its true colours. My personal sphere has been in the centerstage of such events in the offing - but lack of motion sets in the 'happy-with-the-status-quo' feelings ,which being an Arien,I feel not-so-excited about.Dad always keeps saying,Iam restless and peevish and every conceivable thing which is not ideal for an individual. My,self-admittedly impatient soul, seeks action and events taking place all the time and the lull period seems to bring in crazy ideas.The most indelible event registered in my mind when I speak of impromptu action is my 'leaving-my-last-company fiasco'. In terms of debacles, this seems to be one of the biggest debacles of recent times(other than the Engg college failures!!!). Let me brief you all with the details of the disaster(you know my vocab is playing foul - so many words for FAILURE!!). The year was 2006,during the heated and sweaty month of May,the tenth day of the month and the 10 hour of the day. The previous evening one of my good-for-little friend Mr.Srikanth, by the stroke of brilliance had a wonderful idea to attend to the walk-in/referal interviews of one of the biggest IT services company in the world(dare i name it). His accomplice,who was working in the company had sent a mail informing Sri of the event the next day. Too tired of resting in the office, we both went out in the evening(aka night) to have a cup of tea. During the wild discussions, he remembered that we might as well go to oversee the interviews schedule which were being held at a place near Swar gate(yes thats the place). We had discussed all the points required to attend the interviews,except for one major point. The mail mentioned that all the candidates were to report to the venue by sharp 10 AM. Oh my holy God,10 AM in the morning, that too on a Saturday...it seemed a far cry that in any case we would go to attend. However,we bid adios to each other,with hopes of trying to make it to the venue the next day. In the heart of hearts both knew that, the probability seems to be well below .0019. However,neither of us wanted to sound the spoilsport by explicitly stating that "I would not be coming such early in the morning". Each was waiting for the other to say this,so that any failure to reach the swar gate venue on time, one could easily crucify the other for his laziness,stupidity et al.....That night, myself and Ravi, were scheming on making an important strategic decision on how to fend off 'attacks from ......"(he knows and I know,I cannot divulge due to personal reasons). There was an imminent bout of lashings from ..... on our behavious which was in violation of the traditional tenets of 'bandhutva'. As I say this, I fear treading and overstepping the path to actually revealing the intricate details of the happenings thereon. While having dinner, we both were actually loathe to the idea of 'bandhutva' et al which made little sense or rhyme to us. Einstein said 'Two things are infinite, universe and human stupidity and Iam sure of the latter'. The second part of the statement always inevitably made sense to us when it came to talk about 'bandhutva' crap. Any statement,action,feeling,thought,breath was being interpreted as a 'move-to-remove'. The coloured glass vision of the other party was driving us crazy,however,there was pretty much little which we could actually do. Discussing on the matter went ad infinitum and we had finally ended up watching Jason Bourne!!! Each stunt was making us charged up to beat the crap out of ..... Late night munching chips and all junk, we realized that we had no H2O(i.e water,for all the less informed!!). Poor old lady,Mrs.Vimala's daughter in law was disturbed, as she was the only one in the entire building who used to supply us with pure water. For your info,mom was as usual out of town,so we both were the bachelors in the house ....living off chips,junk and tons of maggi. It was during this era of un-interrupted fest,that I was crowned the "Maharaja of Maggi' by my Ravi. To date, I still retain this title.Anyways,let me spare you of all the details of mish-mash and come straight to the point of the interview the next day. Waking up at 9 AM, I was totally out of my senses when all of a sudden I saw 17 missed calls and 4 SMS's from Sri. The messages contained extremely polluted references to me and my near and dear ones. The last message ended with those pavitra words reminding me of the act of sexual intercourse. The pattern of the words if you want to know is (4,3) - reminding me of the versatility of the word which can be used to mean the best as well as the worst in the world. This encompassing word is one of my favourites,which amazes me with its utility coming handy in all situations.Waking up so early on week-ends was blasphemious to my behaviour,but still the pleasure of nailing down Sri for delay was overarching to the pain of getting up early. A strategic decision had to be resulted which required "To bath or NOT to bath is the question". I kept wishing that some event happens because of which all of a sudden the water stops coming out of the tap and hence I can easily pass it off as scarcity of water for me NOT being able to bath. Voila, water comes pouring down from the shower and thereon,it was a matter of breezing through - tidying self with trim and immaculate clothes,filing the resume in the folder and there I go - to Sri's abode. Well aware that he would be still behind schedule,I gave 3 more number of missed calls to him than he gave me - 20! All were deliberately cut-short to increase the count of calls. I reached his home and found him to be skimpily clothed in his bare minimums. What a sight it was, I rushed back into the hall - all scared huffing and puffing at the monsterous sight I just saw. To save time, I refrain from providing other details and directly skip to the most intersting part.By the time we reached the venue, it was half-past ten. We were pretty much sure that, we would be asked to go out as the registrations have been closed. To our horror of horrors, we were given the tokens for shortlisting resumes and then subsequent interviews. I was so sure of my resume getting dustbined that, I was actually raring to come out and go the nearby Burger King for lunch. On a given day, the midas touch comes to people who actually are not seeking it. The initial criteria for entrants was kept at 24 months,whereas mine was deppresingly short of the mark by 6 months. So sure was I of coming out, that I even messaged Ravi to reach Burger King for lunch. All of a sudden, due to some internal concerns the pre-filter criteria was reduced to exactly 18 months - and there , I was standing in the queue for the initial screening. Myself and Sri,never short of cracking nasty jokes were standing adjacent and commenting on the figure of the lady sitting to screen our profiles. Bomb,maal,patakha et al were the most frequent words and we were guessing about the possible ways we would approach her to impress - not so much for the interview but for the pleasure of enjoyment!!!! Sri was shortlisted and the lady was screening mine(resume I mean), and asked a few questions and with a genuinely disgusting grin on her face moved me ahead passing my resume for further rounds. Claps Claps...there begun the really interesting part. It was around 11:30 AM and we were told that in some time we would be interviwed and all. This short while proceeded well into the evening and finally we both were through the rounds of interviews(which we actually spoke great things about nothing). The Tech rounds.Manager round all went by and we were asked to wait in the downstairs for final confirmation. In one of the rounds, the manager asked me "What would your reaction be if you were to be put on bench for a prolonged period of 6 months(with no project)". I still get those unbelievable moments when I shot back at him saying "Six months is too long a period, Id have other options open if Iam not put in a project in a week's time". I immediately, followed it up with the names of companies of which I purportedly had offers from( I had none!!). Seems that, the manager was impressed by the confidence which I aired right from the start of the interview - I was demanding water, coffee et al . He then went on to ask a few more profile based questions, to which I had propped up with "out of the box ideas"(due to prep for CAT), and then he finally asked me if I had any questions. Wasting no time, I followed up with a barrage of queries most of which he fended off very dispassionately. He then asked the cliche,"where do you see yourself 5-10 years down the lane?" . Pat was my reply, "Definetly in a position which allows me to make decisions for a larger audience." Subsequent to the interview, I felt that I was more aggressive than expected and some of my responses were indeed sounding over confident. The manager though bore with me all through the interview and gave me some feedback.Coming downstairs and waiting for Sri, I was caught up in conversation with yet another hopeful at the venue. He was desperately looking for job as he currently had none. As usual, he had a lot more self sobbing story for this job. I listened with utmost patience and promised to help him in my current company by forwarding his resume to my HR. All things went on well into the night and we returned around 9PM - all smiles on the frivoulous achievement least hopeful of.A month passed, before I received the offer letter and there I go, I was in the 9th heaven. The most painful part then started - parting with the current company. I had informed the managers(mis-managers) over there that, I'd want to resign and move ahead in future studies. However, the draconian clauses which they included in their ruleset disallowed anyone to resign before 2 years of confirmation or shell out 2 Lakh Rs as compensation for doing so. The tug of war in this entire episode was very painful wherein I had come in direct confrontation with senior most people over my resignation. I was informed that since I did not comply with the rules of the company I would not be issued any relevant letters which my next employer would need. Co-ersion would never work especially with managers who are hell bent of having it their way or no way. In month and a half that I was spending there, nothing positive was coming out from the company managers and I was getting increasingly frustrated with the inaction. Thereby, I finally walked out of the company without any letters except for the offer and a few other. Subsequent to this, I could not join the next company for about a month and half more, which was getting excruciatingly painful due to obvious reasons. Finally, with the stroke of luck, I was asked to join the company with whatever documents I had. It still haunts me to imagine those painful moments.In such moments of desperation, I often commit myself to irrevocable changes which in most cases result in life-altering consequences. It has been around 2 and half years since then, Iam with the new company and have many positive experiences in my life.There are a few more impending situations which demand action to be taken,I fear my loss of sensibility at certain instances should not takeover me and I result in destructive stances.I close this post with a pensive heart!!!!