New girl in the city

Recently, some match fixing scandal was there in the news. I don’t follow the news and neither do I follow cricket except when I am in a bar and some match is airing on TV. I mean come on people,wasn’t it obvious? Wherever money is involved an ideal Indian will try to acquire it, by hook or by crook.

Talking about news reminds me of a rape incident that occurred in Delhi sometime back. People went to India Gate to protest. Some guys there who had gone to protest for the rape victim were eve teasing girls. A radio jockey called one such guy and asked what he was doing at India Gate? He said having fun, nothing else.

Media just sensitizes news and broadcasts only the stuff which has gossip and a higher potential to increase the TRP. How many minutes in a day do you get to see news focusing on poverty of the country and ways in which it can be alleviated? And how many hours do they air nonsensical stuff about soap operas and reality shows (which are all ripped)?

Leaving all that behind and coming down to the story. Today’s story is about someone very close to my heart, my sister. And her experiences in the Banglore where she was posted for her job. This story will be narrated from a girl’s point of view. Let us start off with the preface.

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                                                    DISCLAIMER

All characters in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to any person  living or dead is purely coincidental.

So I had an option. Either I could continue with biotechnology (a field in which people say, one has great future prospects, but all it has done it the past few years is, ruining my future prospects) or I could go to a B school, get an MBA and enter the corporate world.

I actually prepared really hard for the past one year to clear CAT. The preparation had dual motives. Firstly, to get better future prospects. And secondly to prove to people that I have the mettle, that I have what it takes to be successful in life. My parents were somewhat included in those people. I mean I was always their secondary child. My brother was always treated as a trophy kid, maybe because he was their overachieving child or maybe because he is younger and the younger sibling is always showered with more love.

So I joined the B school and made some really good friends there. Time passed by and then the time for placements drew near. There were two kinds of jobs people were keen to do. Either a banking job or a marketing and sales job. I wanted to go for a banking job because in a marketing job one has to travel around a lot. So one of the first banks to come from hiring was the biggest bank in the world. It was like my dream to work for this bank.

By god’s grace, I got the job but the catch was that I had to move to Banglore. I was kind of excited because I had never lived away from home. So I wanted that experience in my life.

Then I moved to Banglore. There are a lot of things different from Delhi, the culture, the food (recently I asked my mother to bring along a bag full of food from Delhi), and the most problematic difference was the language.

 Most of the people working in the bank are south Indians. They deliberately talk in  Kannada in front of north Indians and when you ask them to talk in English, they rudely ask you to learn Kannada instead. Most of the times they are just bitching about you. They have like three to five years of experience and they can’t digest the fact that a fresher gets more preference over them and gets to be their team leader.

In the long run the only thing that matters is how well you do the work. Even if you are the CEO of the company, you will have to earn respect only by actually doing any task efficiently and setting an example.

The people in Bangalore are more conservative, mind their own business and don’t engage in brawls unlike in Delhi. In Delhi I someone bumps into your car, you go and say “do you know who I am?”. I mean, even if you are the Emperor of  India, what has that got to do with someone bumping into your car? (Although if you are the Emperor, you won’t be travelling in a car. You will have horses).

The weather is really pleasant, unlike Delhi and I believe that a person’s working efficiency is directly proportional to the pleasantness of the weather.Public transport is really good (although the traffic is worse than Delhi).

Bangalore is really safe for women. Everything shuts down by ten at night. Most of the population is the youth population, so the music culture and pub culture are great.

I have adapted in Bangalore by now and like living here. But I have been here for  around two years. I miss my family and my friends.

And then the opportunity for me to go back finally arrived.

I am getting married next month. The guy is based out of Delhi. He is really understanding and supportive about my career. He had told me to stay put in Bangalore till I didn’t get a better job opportunity in Delhi.

But thankfully, I got a really amazing job offer from an insurance firm where I had interned. And the firm is based out of Delhi.

I am leaving Bangalore in ten days. My bags are packed and it all seems to be happening right, but still I have this feeling of nostalgia. I guess this stay in Bangalore, away from my family and friends was necessary for me to grow as a person.

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I miss my sister. I wish she comes back soon so that I have some company. And more importantly, so that my mother stops eating my head and eats her’s instead.

 Later 

Sidhant
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