Thursday, October 30, 2014

Uprooting, Settling n' Uprooting Again...

For the first time in my life; I uprooted myself from my homeground of 3+ decades and moved to another city to pursue work opportunity. Little did I know that my lifespan was only of 5 months in this unknown city.

Uprooting myself for the first time was an experience in itself juxtaposed with so many cluttered thoughts that I had to sieve them all to reach its simplicity base. Once, clear, I packed up and moved on and did not look back. It did not end there. The spirit of my homeground had accompanied me. Everywhere there in the unknown city, I looked for a spirit or shade of my home ground but found none. The city had a mind and code of its own and was unwelcoming in every aspect. Nature always conspired to give me signals that I "UnBelonged" here. I acknowledged them, time to time but I did not want to give-in before I gave my whole to it. 

I paused my personal expectations from this place. Emotions locked; I nose dived at work from day one as I had taken my decision to give it my best. This is one city that dates back by an eon as compared to rest of India in terms of technology. What appaled me most was the insensitivity, listlessness and lethargy of my colleagues at work. No amount of motivation could get them to step up and perform. they were comfortable being couch potatoes. Their lassitude continued to pose as a challenge which I battled hard, on day on day basis. You can only help people who are willing to help themselves and then you got to leave them on their own. To add to it, the red tapes of working in a larger than life umbrella group was maddening. It was sheer crab mentality. Instead of helping me in my unflinching endeavors to reach new heights, boost performance; they excelled in killing initiatives and projects by raising endless objections instead of coming up with workable solutions. "The Laws of the land have changed for the month of October" is one googly that a Senior Management colleague threw on me. Must say, they were foolish enough to think, this would fly with me and that I would buy this crap. This was the state of affairs in that corporate.  
End Result - The corporate ended up cannibalizing their own returns.

After being on a relentless pursuit single handedly since the onset; I reached my snapping point. I was spent. 

Few days of deep, rational, logical thinking and, yet, another firm decision later, I was packing my bags once again, to uproot myself and return to my family. Back to my roots. Oh! What a sense of relief and peace. Words fail to express the exalt of this homecoming of mine.

Home is truly where your heart is, in the midst of your family. Mine is in Bombay. 

Salaam Bombay..!!P.S. My respect for all those friends of mine who literally live in their bags has grown manifold.