I was never fond of NCR and no personel grudges but Gur-gaon repelled me the most. Maybe i was biased but each time i tried to free myself from it, it's people and my experiences there forced me to hold on to my prejudice even further.My second year final examination ended on 30th of May '09 and I reached Gur-gaon on 31st. My training started the very next day. The first day went in a blur. I couldn't recall much about it except for the part where a girl named "Ishween Kaur" came to my desk and invited me to have lunch with her. She was the first, well maybe not friend but my acquaintance there. That's when my apprehensions of being in an "Alien World" started waring off and I felt at home. The people in the office were very welcoming and my mentor was kind and helpful. Unlike other mentors i'd heared about from my friends who had training earlier i considered myself fortunate! Fortunate because I wasn't asked to get copies and scans of their reports and wasn't treated like a "Peon" which most of my friends were reduced to during their training days. Instead I was given a book to read. A book which I'd to read from nine in the morning till my lunch time and after that till it was time for me to go back to my pg.It was interesting but reading a core electrical subject right after two days of one's exam marathon can drive anybody insane! Working in a MNC is very enlightening and challenging too. It arose a new urge in me. Earlier I never saw myself working in a MNC, having a 9 to 6 job was never on my agenda. Well I don't see myself being a part of it even now and that's when I realised what I really wanted to acheive at the end of four years of my engineering. Coming to the training part, my day started like this -Getting up at 6:30 in the morning and going to the office empty stomach because the breakfast didn't arrive in time. I'd to walk for about a kilometer (or maybe it appeared to me as such in the heat) for the auto. Then another ten -fifteen minutes wait for the auto to get filled with people and ouchh...... somebody stepped on my foot! My clothes completely crushed and by the time I got down my hair was a complete mess! The drive to the office is not over yet... after getting down from the auto I frantically look around for a rickshaw, because that's the only means of transportation from the famous "Palam Vihar Chowk" to my office- "Siemens". Now before I proceed further let me fill you with the explicit details of the road i'd to travel on each day to reach my destination. Calling it a "Road" will be an insult to the other roads and my apologizes. It was a pit disguised as a road to trick innocent by-passers like me. The journey was bone-breaking especially if one had to sit on a rickshaw. The trauma is not over yet, here comes the part where my bargaining skills come into picture and which i prove time and over again that i am a naive at! Giving the rickshaw-puller much more than he deserves because i don't want to start my day with a fight always makes me an easy victim of their conspirational exploitation! Then finally I enter the office premises and rush to the third floor, because that's where my department is. The next few hours are..... well not a third degree torture but it certainly tops the first and second degree! If there was a disease called "BOREDOM", I could die of it.
I wait eagerly for the hours to tickle by and after every ten minutes check my watch to see if it was time...time for me to go. I didn't hate my workplace but there was "NO WORK" for me !!!! Sitting idle for eight hours can get on anybody's nerves. Finally I get out of the office and come back to my pg.
The pg was a communal ecosystem and being a part of it was very enlightening. There were a few girls who were extremely introvert and there were others who's fubbling never stopped. Studying their expressions and behaviors gave me an insight to their actual self. A few were transparent while there were other who were a little dark and complicated. I personally was never keen to observe people and their behavior because I had this notion that I was trespassing. But I had met a person sometime ago who taught me a very important aspect of life...something which I am going to carry on with me for the rest of my life and it is - studying the people and the environment around myself. Although I found it a little offensive in the beginning but I also realised that it was inevitabe for social survival these days......
I'd some wonderful time there with the friends I made. We laughed and danced and played together. We talked and worried and at times got melancholy too.I also had some horrible time.......but that comes with the package i guess.....the package called "LIFE". I made new friends and lost some old ones and during my stay in Gurgaon this summer I learnt "Everything happens for a reason. People change so that we can learn to let go. Things go wrong so that we appreciate them when they're right. We believe lies so eventually we learn to trust no one but ourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together."
