My first job was with an IT major. An engineering degree in electrical and electronics doesn't exactly put you in top gear for a career as a software engineer. After a rather rosy honeymoon in far away lands during my induction program, the harsh realities of the job did me in. Roped in as a programmer I did not exhibit either voluntary or forced interest in my job. I remember the long days that seemed longer because of my clueless existence. The job weighed on my mind like a ton of bricks. I wasn't going anywhere with the job and it wasn't getting me anywhere either. So after several long coffee breaks, a few brave attempts to salvage lost pride and long uneventful journeys to my workplace, I parted company with my first job.
A long period of disllusionment with the world and self doubt followed. The halo around my life had now disappeared. I doubted my abilities. Infact I didn't know what they were. I groped in darkness for a while. A few tears, laments, confusion and advice followed.
After a long period of tormenting idleness the door of hope creaked and opened slightly to let a ray of sunlight into my life. I landed another job in an advertising agency. It wasn't a merry ride. People smoking into my face and an unruly studio coupled with the fact that I was an outsider with no insight whatsoever about the industry wasn't a very encouragind beginning.
I handled it. I handled it badly.
I kept looking for options to move out. I landed my third job with another advertising firm. Soothing balm. I could breathe a little. I took some time to understand, adjust and look at the industry. It gave me some breathing space, induced a wee bit of confidence in myself.
Fast fwd mode ------> Groaned, whined, took my GMATand failed miserably after a lot of preparation -------> Plunged into great depression-------> Had my family and friends for support---->Took it up again --->scored well --------> Right now am headed to MICA!
A long period of disllusionment with the world and self doubt followed. The halo around my life had now disappeared. I doubted my abilities. Infact I didn't know what they were. I groped in darkness for a while. A few tears, laments, confusion and advice followed.
After a long period of tormenting idleness the door of hope creaked and opened slightly to let a ray of sunlight into my life. I landed another job in an advertising agency. It wasn't a merry ride. People smoking into my face and an unruly studio coupled with the fact that I was an outsider with no insight whatsoever about the industry wasn't a very encouragind beginning.
I handled it. I handled it badly.
I kept looking for options to move out. I landed my third job with another advertising firm. Soothing balm. I could breathe a little. I took some time to understand, adjust and look at the industry. It gave me some breathing space, induced a wee bit of confidence in myself.
Fast fwd mode ------> Groaned, whined, took my GMATand failed miserably after a lot of preparation -------> Plunged into great depression-------> Had my family and friends for support---->Took it up again --->scored well --------> Right now am headed to MICA!
I'm glad you have finally figured out what you want to do and are doing it.. You always said you wanted to go to MICA and now you are :)
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ReplyDeleteGood job PP.....i am a fan of your writing now :)
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