“You are a Marwari, finance is in our blood”, said daddy
dearest; “Keep cribbing and crying and still get good grades, Dude! You are
meant for finance”, said best friend. And I, at my confused best, decided to
take the plunge. I wouldn’t say that my decision to take up Finance majors was
entirely based on what others thought but right from the start I had been
someone who needed a little push to get things going. Pretty much like good old
sexy-and-voluptuous Ambassador cars.
‘And as she got down from her swanky SUV, her Jimmy Choo pumps highlighted her well defined legs resulting from
the religious workouts , her skirt well ironed and the pastel blouse accesorised with diamonds and pearls , just
perfect for the day’s meeting, she was greeted by her colleagues. They chit
chatted about the last evening's party and also discussed the days plan.
Everybody knew how she was, a workaholic by the day and a total chill out
machine by the evenings. And needless to say, one of the most popular office chic in the sky
kissing 50 floor glass structure.’ Now, doesn’t that sound like it’s been cut
out from some Hollywood movie? Exactly, that’s exactly how I wanted my life to
be. At least some parts of it.
Ever since I know, I have craved this life, big deals,
swanky offices, heritage offices and the likes. And I sincerely believed an MBA
would enable me to kick start this journey if not fulfil it totally. The
initial period was fine with generic subjects to study, though Stats and
Operations Management made my life hell. Every time I sat through those
lectures I felt was sitting on an automated grating machine, shredding away my
ass, that’s how bad it was.
And then came the crossroads, when we had to choose our
Major streams, and as I already said, I took the plunge. Everybody was happy, I
was too. The awe on peoples’ faces when they learnt that I had taken up Core
Finance was like a Chocolate and Wine wrap for my ego, to say the least. And,
like all good things, this too had to end.
As classes are progressing and the semester is moving forward, the
cake-walk is becoming more and more of a
walk-on-the-Indian-roads, with too many potholes and puddles and cow-dung to
appeal to the senses. The fascination of finance is wearing off and I stand
here struggling to cope up.
A dream that I harnessed, a wish that I made and I goal that
I wanted to achieve, it all seems so impossible right now! The horizon seems nowhere in sight and all that I can see till far far away is the sea, which scares
me, the sea, with unknown depths and buried treasures,
calling me to explore, to dive deep and come out new and polished. But I am
scared. Of being lost, of drowning.
But as they say, success is 99 percentage hard work and 1
percentage luck; I try to put in the 99 percentage and just hoping that the 1
percentage will take care of itself. Though, it seems pretty much impossible to me
right now, with rock bottom levels of confidence and sky high levels of
nervousness, I just hope that all this turns out to be a minor road bump and
not a major obstacle.
