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!
