“And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances..” (Shakespeare’s ‘All The World’s A Stage’)
The last mail goes to my boss with my last assignment. Hereafter no more assignments; the tunnel seems to be getting over as I see some rays squeezing into the dark hole. Dark Hole? I pondered upon my thought over ‘Dark Hole’. Almost 2yrs 11months back I was horrendously looking out for a vacant post ‘coz I lost my job. I was packed off in an hour’s time with a dreadful stigma that writing is not happening with me. It didn’t bother me ‘coz I know what was I suppose to do. But, somewhere down the line to face reality I needed a job. I couldn’t sleep over a week; I woke up in the middle of the night to stare into the darkness. Every morning to every night I lived an insect’s life, looking for a job as a writer. Needless to say, it’s the toughest job to impress the person sitting on the opposite side of the table with a mere write up for getting a job. If you are wrong you are gone. If you are right, he would still find unnecessary faults only to bring you down; and the saddest part is that you apologize and admit it’s a mistake when you can punch him back right on his face, with proof. You can’t do that ‘coz you need the job. During this tug-of-war phase of my life I got a call on the 7th day of job-hunt. The call came down from an Indian based IT firm, Ginni Systems Ltd. located in Park Circus, Kolkata. I was delighted by the opportunity though the place ‘Park Circus’ didn’t sound pleasant. But I had no choice. I went for it.
The interview went well. I tried cracking more than I know from my previous job. But I did give it a try and I did upgrade myself within the span of seven nightmarish days I had sitting back at home. After a satisfying interview I waited for their positive feedback. Alas, the call never came. It never comes whenever I expect something to happen; so I gave up the hope. It was then the HR gave me a call confirming my job. At that time, her voice was music to my depressed ears that took me straight up to Cloud # 9. I joined Ginni on the 1st of January, 2008. I reached Jindal Towers on time and waited for the HR to guide me to my work place. In the meantime, I tried to locate a female co-worker as most of the Ginni employees belonged to my opposite gender. It was not that I was uncomfortable but finding a female co-worker on the first day was an added topping. Like, you get to know where the washroom is without hunting all over the place; you get to know how the people are; who is approachable and who is a Hitler etc etc. Since I did not I had to form my own opinions with time at Ginni. The HR took me to my work station and I immediately fell in love with it. It was a corner, having ample space to space out with my belongings and myself. The raised glass around my station made it an exclusive, private room where I can be with myself. Soon the empty office around me filled up and once again the HR appeared to take me around for a formal introduction with others in the GSL family. I was appointed there as a Technical Communicator which initially confused me of my stand.
Gradually when days passed at Ginni I came to know the outcome of my designation. It was different of what I have ever learnt and known, apart from the fact I had to write in English. Otherwise, nothing seemed to be the same. The style, skills, jargons were alien to me. I found myself in a soup, especially when it came to understanding and grasping of softwares. I hated learning them and hated going deep into them. But, as destiny has its plans for me, the ones I dislike the most come on my way, till I have no option left but to put my brains into it. I started working reluctantly, hoping for the least success over here. But it was one of the biggest surprises of my life when I received the ‘People of the Quarter’ award to assure my capabilities to myself and confirm my stay in this organization for longer. (Conti.. Comment section)
