One question I often hear is "Why did you resign your bank job?" People still roll their eyes when I say to them "Glad I did". I have had a troubled arithmetic childhood which continued all through college. And it was nothing but irony when I got a bank job! I was not wired to sit in a cubicle and count bank notes. Do heavy lifting mathematics(Yes counting is included in heavy lifting). Though the amount of calculations you do is minimal in modern banks, I found it stressful. Stressful is an understatement. :)
On the other hand, I always had something for computers. It used to be pure amazement when I see a PC boot up. To see the screen flicker and come to life. I love the fonts, the calculations, the colors. the cursor, things it could do. May be, it was my first love. I could handle most of the tasks from spreadsheet calculations for my father's college related work, word functions, even setting up a dial up internet connection when I was 10 years old. I still remember opening up the CPU to fix something, it was like the insides of some living thing, the faint rumbling of the processor, wires running all over, leds, chipset. I did not know any of the weird little parts which made up my love, yet the machinery swept me off my feet. I knew these lifeless things would definitely a part of my life.
I did not have a confusion about what stream I want to choose in 10th grade or for my under graduation. But after my graduations, life did give me one of its signature hammer blows. I got a bank job. Though recession was almost over, and the economic state was definitely better, companies did not come for campus placements that year. The only MNC which came was TCS, who apparently chucked me out after 4 rounds. The next one which came was none other than Federal Bank. I have nothing against the bank or bsankers. I just did not want a bank job. All the 4 years of hardwork in computer engineering would go down the drain if I were to join bank. And yet, to have some job was better than having no job. So I attempted the test, and to my utter dismay, I cleared all rounds. Within no time I got my offer letter and joining date. My parents were proud, over joyed, relatives and family friends applauded. I tried to convince everybody that it was not my piece of cake, my efforts were wasted. And I was morose, nearly dead.
Before all my batchmates who got into IT companies started their work, I packed my bag to leave for my bank which was in the rural area of trivandrum. It was followed by months of agony, despair, frustration. I regretted every minute, if only I did what I want, if only I followed my heart. I did learn a lot of new things. Things I would not have learnt if I had not joined a bank. My heart always went back to the advertisement for a software engineer.
And yes, one day. I put up my papers. After 8 long months, I submitted my resignation with no second job in hand. Almighty was merciful, before notice period ended, I found my job. The one which I was meant for me. :D Rest is history. So to all of you who are struggling there, listen to your heart. Most often your heart knows more than you think it know. Everyone seem to know whats best for you, but the truth is, after some time, its just you, your life and decisions.
What motivated me to write about this, is an article about working in a start up which I saw on Facebook. It just brought back memories. Memories of my tough times, of the new people I met while in bank, new things I learnt, and finally memories of my good times which followed.
So everytime I feel deadbeat, like today, I whisper to my self "This too shall pass, Good times will follow" :)
So yes, today too is happy day. Happiness revived!
On the other hand, I always had something for computers. It used to be pure amazement when I see a PC boot up. To see the screen flicker and come to life. I love the fonts, the calculations, the colors. the cursor, things it could do. May be, it was my first love. I could handle most of the tasks from spreadsheet calculations for my father's college related work, word functions, even setting up a dial up internet connection when I was 10 years old. I still remember opening up the CPU to fix something, it was like the insides of some living thing, the faint rumbling of the processor, wires running all over, leds, chipset. I did not know any of the weird little parts which made up my love, yet the machinery swept me off my feet. I knew these lifeless things would definitely a part of my life.
I did not have a confusion about what stream I want to choose in 10th grade or for my under graduation. But after my graduations, life did give me one of its signature hammer blows. I got a bank job. Though recession was almost over, and the economic state was definitely better, companies did not come for campus placements that year. The only MNC which came was TCS, who apparently chucked me out after 4 rounds. The next one which came was none other than Federal Bank. I have nothing against the bank or bsankers. I just did not want a bank job. All the 4 years of hardwork in computer engineering would go down the drain if I were to join bank. And yet, to have some job was better than having no job. So I attempted the test, and to my utter dismay, I cleared all rounds. Within no time I got my offer letter and joining date. My parents were proud, over joyed, relatives and family friends applauded. I tried to convince everybody that it was not my piece of cake, my efforts were wasted. And I was morose, nearly dead.
Before all my batchmates who got into IT companies started their work, I packed my bag to leave for my bank which was in the rural area of trivandrum. It was followed by months of agony, despair, frustration. I regretted every minute, if only I did what I want, if only I followed my heart. I did learn a lot of new things. Things I would not have learnt if I had not joined a bank. My heart always went back to the advertisement for a software engineer.
And yes, one day. I put up my papers. After 8 long months, I submitted my resignation with no second job in hand. Almighty was merciful, before notice period ended, I found my job. The one which I was meant for me. :D Rest is history. So to all of you who are struggling there, listen to your heart. Most often your heart knows more than you think it know. Everyone seem to know whats best for you, but the truth is, after some time, its just you, your life and decisions.
What motivated me to write about this, is an article about working in a start up which I saw on Facebook. It just brought back memories. Memories of my tough times, of the new people I met while in bank, new things I learnt, and finally memories of my good times which followed.
So everytime I feel deadbeat, like today, I whisper to my self "This too shall pass, Good times will follow" :)
So yes, today too is happy day. Happiness revived!
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