CHANGE OF THEME, JOB, HOUSE, MIND & EVERYTHING

I realised that bitching about life will take this blog no where....!!!! and so I think I will write about more realistic things practical things like the man on mars, cities on jupiters' moon etc etc. These topics are more close to the hearts of the masses. I mean isn't this why Batmans and spidermans do better and earn bigger than the most of us "THE PLEBIANS".

I guess this is my first blog after landing at Mumbai. I therefore think that a lot of days need to be captured in this blog meaning that this one is also going to be as big and unreadable as the rest....HMMMM. So what and so who cares....This is my board, this is where I write, This is where I say things which other wise I cant and now is when I should stop bullshitting and get on with serious writing....again a "something" that I am incapable of...

Okay so I landed my incredibly ravaged back side here at Mumbai on the 6th of May. I had to join this company that selected me out of 30 odd guys or probably more (I dont remember coz I was proverbially high...not on the acheivement albeit on a concoction called "Buddha papa")to work for them here (as in Mumbai). I was happy that they found me capable or so to say. Infact I f*&^ bothered about it....I was infact happy that I was able to hide my incapability...Who ever thought that somebody like me is even going to get a job ??? Incongruous bastards.....They always saw it coming and were always sckeptical that I was gonna walk away with all they had. So here I was with all my where withall and ready to join "CORPORATE".

Till now the only corporate feel I had was courtsey the movie Corporate and also by virtue of my breif stint with the corporate pygmy called (mmm lets not play names here...!!!).It was more of a swindling organisation than a training one. But whatever. I was soon out of it and this relationship broke without a drop of tear shed. Anyways so here I was in Mumbai ready to join another " Corporate"!!!!

The day I joined I was given a welcome by the existing staff, esp the senior guys at that branch......The juniors were actually so lost that they did not have the time to observe and even if there were a few who did, they only stayed away thinking that there was one more guy appointed to add to there already overflowing pots of woes...I thought to myself that a good place to make a good start. Mind you all, I had absolutely no idea as to what did these guys do for a living. I only knew that they sold "Insurance".

Coming to that word "Insurance". I was told that it was the best product that one could sell. That selling such a novel product was the most noble job that one could do. I felt elated to be a part of the team. I seriously began to speculate as to why had I not joined it before if it was as noble as they made it sound. I was happy for once after a along time of dragging my sorry arse through the alleys of IIML.

Ten days into the noble profffession and I suddenly realized that the walls of my dreams had started to crumble before my very own eyes. The juniors at office realized that I was not the fucker they thought I would be, the seniors realized that I was not the type they could fuck around with and I realized that this was not the fuck that I wanted to be in. So my juniors called sales managers started to get pally, my seniors started to get distant, and I started thinking that I needed to change my job.Someplace I thought I could plan,devise stratgise....high hopes but still do able. On the hind sight I beleive that I could have done the same at the insurance company aswell but then I realized that it would need time. This time was intended to cater not only for me to find my corporate legs but also for my prospective clients to reaffirm their faiths in a collapsible and gullible financial market where millions had lost millions.

The elation that I have previously mentioned at being a part of a team was entirely lost because I was required to make a team. I would more like describe the team as a hunting party because all that this team was intended to do like other teams was to find unsuspecting gullible people (read morons) who would fall prey to the avarice of the corporate, who inturn would feed its very own insatiable thirst for wealth and would depart with the entire lives savings of the so called "enterprising people" (I prefer to call them moronic bastards) who gave the corporate their money hoping that it grew.

Why does it happen I think???? And I realise that people in general,(more realisation)are greedier than they ought to be especially when it comes to making money.That may be because creation of wealth is the sole intended purpose of a good economy. I beleive that its a curse too. Is that why some economists classify everything that leads to human welfare as wealth. I think its more of a guilt realisation coz these guys would have realised that wealth as defined by economics doesnot subscribe to todays world. In todays world wealth equals moolah equals luxury equals disparity equals a complete divide. Some would think that I am being a pessimist but I feel that I am just being realistic (and hello this time its not like the spiderman realism....).

I feel that in todays world every other method that generates money be it good or bad, is considered correct and termed as business. Each business or atleast the ones being run in this country in these times feed on the ignorance of the masses. The greed of such businesses is overcome by feeding it the greed among individuals. Its money all the way ye and the more you con the more you will get seems to be the word in todays financial markets. Experts eating away huge chunks of pie that otherwise should have gone to those who helped creating them. I guess thats the price one ought to pay for ignorance for as someone rightly said "ignorance is not a bliss".

Being able to see your dreams or more like hopes squander seriously jeopardises ones chance of progression. But not this time and not with me. The challenge was thrown and I accpeted it with open arms (Didn't have a choice guys !!!). Then began the rigorous process of team building. Interviewing almost 25 - 30 guys every day asking them the same questions over and over again, seeing desperation in every guy who entered, hope on their faces the moment they left the interviewing venue, happiness on their selection, disappointment on rejection. My life was one big clock. two necessarily followed by three and preceded by two again and again and again. I wanted out, but not yet just not yet.

I intended to select the best not realizing that this is civil, not realizing that these people were used to the crporate, not realizing that I was looking for a unicorn among mules and donkeys. A fascinating tribe where I did find five donkeys who held the promise of transformation into unicorns. I liked them and they liked the job (It si to be understood that they had no choice).....Anyways so here was a half team or the hunting party, MY HUNTING PARTY and we started our hunts.

What followed at the sequence of events not in the order of occurence will be the matter for my next blog. Time to go and blow some smoke to clear my head and fog my lungs a wee bit more......