Long time, no posts. No publicity, hardly any visitors. Will keep myself out of the context to cut this post to size. This post is about one of my class mates, Rahul Mishra. He is one of the nicest guys I have met on this planet, (he never shied away from bringing the inexpensive printouts for us all; can't think of more reasons right now but am sure there will be many), someone for whom I won't mind laying down my life. Due to less marks and wayward english, he couldn't land up a job. A lot of effort was put in to change the status quo but nothing happened. Its a shame on all the firms who couldn't recognize the worth of this gem. Marks is still seen as the sole criteria for ability, none of these idiotic recruiters learnt any lesson from 3 idiots.
Anyways, just a week back he finally got one. It felt as if a huge burden was off my shoulder and i could die in peace (the multiple references to dying in this post are not at all a reference to suicidal tendencies but the fact that his well being is sacrosanct for me). So his was a Rocket Singh kind off sales job. Hard Work but still better than sitting at home.
I called him up yesterday to inquire how his first week at work was.
He had LEFT the job. I was disappointed (This is the maximum intensity of feelings I generate now). His work would have been to lie to extract money on the pretext of NGO's and get a cut out of it. It was too much for him. I don't think I would have been strong enough to leave it. But then this, is why I respect him so much.
This reminds me of a story long back which I read in one of those hindi classes of a young boy who doesn't get his daily pay because the contractor is in a bad mood so he is clueless of how to arrange money for buying dough for the next meal for his paralyzed father. He notices a wallet full of money lying on the road and travels a lot of distance to return it to his original owner. He even refuses the tip offered citing the values inculcated in him by his father. He narrates the whole thing to his father in tears, who also starts crying as he is proud of his son and consoles him by saying that 1 night of hunger is nothing compared to the happiness he has given him.
A lot of parallels can be drawn from this story. In the former, the end needs to be different. Let us see how much time it takes. Its long overdue according to me.
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