At the beginning of the year, I decided to cut down on the "I" posts and focus on other things. I decided many other things too.
In continuation of "I" posts, here is one more.
Yesterday I met several people who had several job offers. And several more who were rejected by several companies. They all had one thing in common, they all got an opportunity. Their resumes, their work experience, their personalities were deemed fit to be present in front of the interview panel. Me, I didn't get a single call. I can tell myself that I wasn't a fit for the jobs they were selecting for, or I can tell myself that I didn't want any of those jobs. Does it matter what I tell myself? The fact remains is that I wasted a year of my life, and 25 lakh rupees watching television shows. I wasted the wonderful opportunity I got hiding in my room, telling myself that I don't want to be here.
When I got selected to ISB, I knew I got more than I deserve, that it was my luck, not my abilities that had brought me here, but the rest of the world assumed otherwise, and I let myself get carried away with it. Once here, I could have made amends, I could have brought myself on the level that the interviews assumed. I didn't. I lost the opportunity to do well academically. I lost the chance to learn, to grow, to be counted. And now it's the end of term 6, and I am a loser. Without a job offer. Without friends. Without anything to look forward to in ISB.
No, this isn't the usual, depressing, pity post on being jobless. I do not want to work for McKinsey or BCG. What matters to me is that they didn't want me. I want to be good enough that a dozen organizations stand in line and ask me to join them. I want to be able to choose. I had the opportunity, for the very first time in my life to make that happen. I didn't. I wasted it. I regret it.
I am not an IITian. In hind-sight, I realize that I wasn't cut out for IIT. I have, and always had a very humanities aptitude. I could have worked harder and gone to a better college. It was about acing the formulae. I didn't bother to, and it doesn't bother me that I didn't. I wasted those years because I was a child. I have no such excuses anymore. I am 28. I am as adult as they get. And I wasted one of the most productive years of my life lying in bed, watching poor television shows.
Anyway, enough ranting. Letting bygones be bygones, I will make amends. The year isn't over. The job offers haven't dried up. I will be desirable, I will not waste this year, this fee, this opportunity.
The very first step, MAKE THEM WANT ME. I have two short-lists, and I will be damned if I don't put in my best and make them want me. I may lack a lot, but I will make what I have count. I will work to my full potential in the next 48 hours.
The second, my grades. I can already see I can't make a substantial difference to the CGPA in the remaining terms, but I can improve the GPA several-folds in each, so that when it is time to leave, I don't feel like a loser.
The third, I will socialize, I will make friends, I will have people to fall back on from my ISB days.
The fourth, a personal one, is that I will have articles published before I get out, because I may not get an opportunity later on in life.
All achievable, with the closest being the toughest. Let's rock and roll!
xox
In continuation of "I" posts, here is one more.
Yesterday I met several people who had several job offers. And several more who were rejected by several companies. They all had one thing in common, they all got an opportunity. Their resumes, their work experience, their personalities were deemed fit to be present in front of the interview panel. Me, I didn't get a single call. I can tell myself that I wasn't a fit for the jobs they were selecting for, or I can tell myself that I didn't want any of those jobs. Does it matter what I tell myself? The fact remains is that I wasted a year of my life, and 25 lakh rupees watching television shows. I wasted the wonderful opportunity I got hiding in my room, telling myself that I don't want to be here.
When I got selected to ISB, I knew I got more than I deserve, that it was my luck, not my abilities that had brought me here, but the rest of the world assumed otherwise, and I let myself get carried away with it. Once here, I could have made amends, I could have brought myself on the level that the interviews assumed. I didn't. I lost the opportunity to do well academically. I lost the chance to learn, to grow, to be counted. And now it's the end of term 6, and I am a loser. Without a job offer. Without friends. Without anything to look forward to in ISB.
No, this isn't the usual, depressing, pity post on being jobless. I do not want to work for McKinsey or BCG. What matters to me is that they didn't want me. I want to be good enough that a dozen organizations stand in line and ask me to join them. I want to be able to choose. I had the opportunity, for the very first time in my life to make that happen. I didn't. I wasted it. I regret it.
I am not an IITian. In hind-sight, I realize that I wasn't cut out for IIT. I have, and always had a very humanities aptitude. I could have worked harder and gone to a better college. It was about acing the formulae. I didn't bother to, and it doesn't bother me that I didn't. I wasted those years because I was a child. I have no such excuses anymore. I am 28. I am as adult as they get. And I wasted one of the most productive years of my life lying in bed, watching poor television shows.
Anyway, enough ranting. Letting bygones be bygones, I will make amends. The year isn't over. The job offers haven't dried up. I will be desirable, I will not waste this year, this fee, this opportunity.
The very first step, MAKE THEM WANT ME. I have two short-lists, and I will be damned if I don't put in my best and make them want me. I may lack a lot, but I will make what I have count. I will work to my full potential in the next 48 hours.
The second, my grades. I can already see I can't make a substantial difference to the CGPA in the remaining terms, but I can improve the GPA several-folds in each, so that when it is time to leave, I don't feel like a loser.
The third, I will socialize, I will make friends, I will have people to fall back on from my ISB days.
The fourth, a personal one, is that I will have articles published before I get out, because I may not get an opportunity later on in life.
All achievable, with the closest being the toughest. Let's rock and roll!
xox
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