From an Allahabadi To a Delhite

Day 1 Date 2nd April’2010

Throughout my journey though I didn’t shed a single drop of tear, yet, I was extremely grief-stricken for the separation from my family. Reached Delhi early in the morning at half past six and I safely landed with my heavy baggage and my extremely happy sister to my cousin’s place. Though the city seems to be extremely mesmerizing giving the very appearance of a perfect metropolitan city, yet there seems to be a glitch in the warmth that we usually feel when we reach certain places or the way we feel when we are into the place where we actually belong to. After all, I wasn’t here to enjoy the pleasures that the city had to offer. I’m here for a far more demanding and a challenging task and responsibility.

The task which seemed to be a cake to cut ever since it was thought of being performed is now appearing to be like selling ice to Eskimos. Life and moreover, survival seems to be profoundly tough here at Delhi. Especially, when you are piled up with a good number of both monetary and non-monetary responsibilities. And that is why the ordeal of getting a good paid job seems to be a never-ending process.



Day 2 Date 3rd April’2010

The quest is ever painstaking and encompasses a lot more considerations that I had actually thought of. Sometimes the payout is the consideration that is alarming, the other times they are the qualifications, criterion and experiences that frighten me or stop me from making it to the prospective company. Times were there when I used to be extremely contented about my communicating skills, my experience and almost the professional qualities that I had in me when I was there in Allahabad. The situation seems to be absolutely reverse here in Delhi like I said earlier. On the 2nd I was through with the entire interview process of Barclays’ but refused as the salary package was 14, then today it was due to my inability to get through with the voice and accent round of interview of American Express which came out to be a hindrance for making it to the company and being able to shell out a salary of 23+ k.

Obviously you cant stop yourself from trying for things just for the fear of rejection, but it is because once you are rejected, it starts compelling you to feel being at the end of the world. It is for the reason of being rejected that you start feeling as if all doors are closed. There were times when I used to be confident before the interview even started that I would be selected. But now I find myself wondering whether I can really make it or not. So much so, that I’m intensely afraid of going for another interview.


Day 3 Date 4th April’2010

Being a Sunday, I hardly did anything to succeed in my quest of getting a good paid job other than worrying all the time for how to get one. Felt like taking a break from the painstaking process even though the time period spent on this was merely two days. However, I did what I felt like doing with the clutter of worries for getting a good paid (you better get it right for it is “good paid”) job alarming me every time. Though life seemed to be hell at the very same time but then I anyhow had to carry on with living my life as there was not a single valid reason why I should give up.