Finally, it was there! On 24th August, 2015, I got my joining letter. I was elated, relaxed, felt like this was the end, I had reached my destination. I couldn’t stop smiling and announced everybody at home that I was going to join the company on 12th Oct, 2015. My hands couldn’t get off my mobile in order to inform my family and friends about this good news.
But wait, what was the location? Oops, I forgot to check! Immediately I checked my training location going through that mail, and it was Chennai!
‘Chennai? But it was none of my preferences!’ My ear-to-ear smile got shrunken a bit by the thought of Chennai.
Being positive, I consoled my heart and thought it was just for 2 months then I would get my preferred location. So my inner sole consoled me saying…2 months, not an issue man. I proceeded with reading the letter and my smiling lips turned to horizontally straight when I read the clause saying that I was pre-mapped to Chennai.
‘What! This never happens to anybody. People get their preferred location in their jobs’. But it happened to my batch people, who got joining for 12th October, 2015. That day, sitting next to my family’s cheerful faces, I could recall the day when I was asked about this “location” thing during my placement interview and I answered very confidently that, ‘Any location would be fine with me because what matters to me is my job irrespective of my location. In fact, that would be an opportunity to me exploring new culture’… Oh my god, what confidence!
Now what next? I, typical northy, packed my bags in order to explore the new culture…indeed! None of my friends got Chennai as their base location, so whenever they heard about my location they used to give me that “eyes-wide-open-jaws-fall-down” expression and I had no other choice than laughing, at them…or at my situation! Oh wait, also I didn’t get my preferred stream to get trained in…now that’s called perfect luck! But being ‘B positive’ blood group, I just went on, thinking whatever happens, it’s for the best! …yeah really!
Started with the training, it was not that easy in the beginning, bearing the fears of clearing the weekly tests. But later, it seemed getting interesting, quite manageable. Another luck factor, we people had to work on Saturdays too! I moved on thinking it’s for the best! Seriously!
For first month, I stayed in a hostel that provided south-indian meals only and referred two of my northy friends who didn’t like it at all because of food. Whenever we had our lunch/dinner in the hostel, I had to bear their crying faces on every bite of that meal. Well not my fault, I could find that hostel the best in terms of living…fine except for food.
‘How can you eat this food with this patience?’ One of my friends Anshika used to ask me this question.
‘I think we should explore every new thing with zeal, I am having food with such a spirit.’ This used to be my answer, but with every single bite my inner sole screamed for…ROTI!!!
‘No still, where to bring this spirit from?’ Anshika’s reply
‘Grrrr not again! LOL, practice baby’. I laughed and closed the topic.
Anyhow we planned to shift to other hostel that provided north-indian food and we did. Atleast then, I didn’t have to bear my friends’ crying faces and my inner sole’s anger.
Made friends, enjoyed beach, and one day we planned for Mahabalipuram. It was cloudy that day, still I was all in urge to get ready and move to Mahabalipuram. It started drizzling but I was very sure that it would stop after an hour or so. My friends started backing off one by one but no, I had applied kajal then, we had to move out…how stupid! The drizzling thing became “The rain” and we had to cancel our plan. Silently, I lied in my bed, taking selfies, watching trees and dancing leaves outside of my window. It had been 20-25 days in Chennai. Recalling the first day in Chennai, when I used to pronounce the names of bus-stops in long syllables, and now how fluent I had become uttering those names…this is called improvement, I slept off.
Next morning, as usual I got up, and got to know that it rained whole night! We all left for office…and what the shit it is! Within a minute we got drenched before we could hire an auto. “The rain” came in its form and we all became its victims. There was no electricity in my hostel, I was sitting aside of window thinking of the day when I heard about one friend who stayed one full day without electricity in his hostel and my reaction on this news was, ‘My god I don’t understand how could he stay there’. There later on, I spent 3 days without electricity…Time could show you anything and heals everything.
That continuous raining, that no electricity thing, that getting super bored, that staring at mobile without signal and battery, that watching rivers on roads, boats instead of bikes, that playing antakshari with friends in dark room…typical girlish, that being in a room without electricity for “three” days, that birthday celebration in such darkness, those mosquito-bites, that walking in knee-length water on roads, those mind-threatening news about people dying out of flood in Chennai, that missing home, that making 100 plans to leave for home but couldn’t and that leaving for home in 5 minutes of packing, that running for bus under rain, those extreme viral days, that completion of 2 months training in 4 months and what not! It was a tough time though, but now when I recall those days, I end up in laughing at each other, even at myself.
P.S. Written with due respect to every indian culture explaining just the emotions on different siuations.