Now you must be thinking here she is, shifted her blog and all…renames herself as WSW but look no change in behaviour..either 2 posts a day or no posts for eternity..Well there is a reason behind that which I will soon elaborate but since every story must start at ehhmm the start.
So I got the mail asking me to report to big MNC’s Worli sea facing training centre. One of the documents I had to get was the passport. Of course I didnt have one. As a matter of fact I do NOT have a
1. passport 2. driving license 3. PAN 4. Voters id
This roughly translates into the fact that I do not have any id proof whatso ever. So began rounds of passport office. From December to finally May. In 5 months the efficient ministry finally recognised my existance as an Indian citizen. I will not get into the details of endless lines, cribbing South Delhiwallas who never had stood or waited in a sarkari office ever or how finally when I got the passport and flipped it open and saw that my place of birth has morphed from Kannur to Kanpur. After all a litany of woes only beats the purpose.
So I landed in Mumbai. Packed 3 enormous suitcases (not recommended as you will see) and set of to the training centre. The lovely Arabian Sea presented a wonderful sight to be enjoyed from the sea facing resort parading as a training centre. So I rushed upstairs (you know lugging suitcases can cause you to rush only so much) and excitedly drew the curtains. Pushing open my windows I sighed at the two concrete towers which filled my sight. Of course I was given a room at the backside.
So we went on to the induction program. All summer interns knew each other and got on like a house on fire. The new recruits like me stood in a corner, twisting our toes till the friendly guys of my batch came and whisked the babes away for bakar and new guys went on their own. Which meant the blob(ie me) was the only one left twisting the toes.
Our new CEO opened the address with his BLT days, followed by standard briefs on business, safety, business principles etc. Steve Remedios of course gave his BLt kickstart speech. Evening we all packed off to HardRock Cafe where I spent less time socialising and more time stuffing myself with the starters and downing vodka. Kirti of vourse will remember it for the purse she lost there with all the money.
Next day we set up our salary accounts(yay!), got told I wont get my first salary till I get my PAN card (just use the damn passport na) and our laptops(mine being a rather scratched and abused HP) and no data cards.
Then the big moment our first stints. I opened the paper fully expecting a metro cakewalk of Mumbai or Delhi and there it was Kolkatta.
Ah well, I have seen the south, the north and the west so now the east..mixed emotions on seeing the letter. Next day the four of us slated for Cal branch set off in our jet airways flight. (Sidenote : Zaheer Khan travelling economy class)
On arrival we found out where we are headed off within East zone. And yes sir, I got rural sales no less. Now when you spend the last year of your engineering working off your backside for CAT and then regain all that back and a paunch in the 2 years of MBA the sales stint can bring you to mother earth like no other.
So dearies thats the state of life I am in currently. I am based in a village called Bardhwan and travel to exotic loactions like Memari. All my attempts to get a data card installed have failed spectacularly so no connectivity so wont be posting in near future.Oh and my daily allowance is that of a frontline staff which means I am putting up in a shady hotel called Rainbow. ( The other option was hotel the mainak!!). More details and pics whenever I post next.
Wish me luck to come out alive, and hoepfully loose the lard I have accumulated in B-school.