Having lived the life of a regular cosmopolitan girl in a multi-cultural environment, not having girlfriends in college was very normal, as most girls (that I liked to hang around with), were always in and out of relationships. School was the last I saw of them, with some starting to date in school itself. My college life was about these three guys (geeks, rather :) I spent time with. All we did was discuss relationships, women, men, music, bikes and computers. While I had the best of times then, I soon joined work and found prince charming.
Marriage came quickly on the cards, and before I knew it, there I was, married! I hadn't imagined that it could be a ballgame so different, but I soon started believing some old sayings that no matter how much you knew the guy, you were walking into the marriage, blindfolded. Marriage in India was not about the guy alone, it came with huge baggage, and soon I found that I couldn't cope with the baggage. An amateur at this, I begun to let this affect every other aspect of my life and started losing my confidence, my self-esteem, everything, until I found the most important thing in my life again- girlfriends!
There used to be these email forwards floating around where mothers advised their daughters never to lose their girlfriends because they would always be there while love might come and go. I never believed in the sanctity of this statement until it happened to me. Now they are my support system and I can't imagine my life without them. Not like they are experts or counsellors, but they really do their job of being there for you, to the best of their abilities.
When men don't understand the intriquicies and complications of relationships of all sorts, or the kind of pressure that falls on a women to handle these relationships; its the girlfriends who lend their shoulders, always! They are there to just listen, while you speak for hours together. The comfort and the joy of just holding their hands makes you feel up to waking up to another day.
Not to forget the talk about clothes, fashion, accessories, make up and gossip that can just keep you engaged forever!
All that said and done, its the right set that are hard to find. The later it gets, the harder it gets. School and college friends are the most cherished. So don't lose them, in the race for success! I've been blessed, but not everyone gets so lucky. So catch them young and watch them grow with you!
Thursday 17 September 2009
Cinderella...
I feel like Cinderella right now, not because I'm wearing a gorgeous gown, running, leaving one of my dainty slippers behind. I feel like Cinderella because I left my footprint behind in what I consider one of the most important days of my life.
A techie I am, like every third person you'll find floating around the malls in Bangalore, but I always believed that I stood out in a crowd of software engineers. Today I proved that to myself and I am so proud of that. Today, I learnt a very important lesson that, success to me does not always mean real success. It can take its various forms and feel just as good!
The day started with a very gruelling interview for the position of a team leader in my team. There were three candidates for the interview: one was my original team leader who hadn't lived upto the team's expectations, one was another team leader, whose team was being merged with ours, and of course, yours truly. This may seem like a regular ego-booster interview that I am writing about, but what stood out here was the fact that I was up against two team leaders with over eight years of experience each, with a measly four years of mine. But I always believed that it was the quality and not the quantity that mattered, and did everything in my means to prove my worth over my one and a half year tenure at this organization. But the problem always had been that only I believed the sanctity of my work until today. Today seemed like there was no tomorrow. My potential had been recognized, and my dream was about to come true.
The interview went extremely well, which wasn't a surprise, considering I had been practicing these lines on management all my life and I believed that I was born to deliver these. Yes, I had faith in my communication skills and they really stood me in good stead today.
Post the interview was the nervousness and excitement that lasted me the entire day till I found out that it wasn't me. It was the team leader of the other team who was selected. But the joy of being recommended and considered lingered on. It didn't matter what the outcome was. I had a new definition of success for myself. At that triumphant moment, every little political comment/argument at work with every individual seemed so insignificant. I felt like I was above all of that, floating on cloud number nine. I forgave so easily and just couldn't keep anything at heart. The power of dreams! And the joy of having missed it by a millimeter :)
Cinderella was who I felt like, when neither the two team leaders nor my team ever found out that I was the third candidate, who gave them such a run for their money; and I slipped away slowly, delicately, fading into insignificance, with the promise that I would be considered for the next role that came up.
Now, my heart is starting to sink as I begin to digest the fact that I didn't make it, but the glory of having missed it by a millimeter will always remain...
A techie I am, like every third person you'll find floating around the malls in Bangalore, but I always believed that I stood out in a crowd of software engineers. Today I proved that to myself and I am so proud of that. Today, I learnt a very important lesson that, success to me does not always mean real success. It can take its various forms and feel just as good!
The day started with a very gruelling interview for the position of a team leader in my team. There were three candidates for the interview: one was my original team leader who hadn't lived upto the team's expectations, one was another team leader, whose team was being merged with ours, and of course, yours truly. This may seem like a regular ego-booster interview that I am writing about, but what stood out here was the fact that I was up against two team leaders with over eight years of experience each, with a measly four years of mine. But I always believed that it was the quality and not the quantity that mattered, and did everything in my means to prove my worth over my one and a half year tenure at this organization. But the problem always had been that only I believed the sanctity of my work until today. Today seemed like there was no tomorrow. My potential had been recognized, and my dream was about to come true.
The interview went extremely well, which wasn't a surprise, considering I had been practicing these lines on management all my life and I believed that I was born to deliver these. Yes, I had faith in my communication skills and they really stood me in good stead today.
Post the interview was the nervousness and excitement that lasted me the entire day till I found out that it wasn't me. It was the team leader of the other team who was selected. But the joy of being recommended and considered lingered on. It didn't matter what the outcome was. I had a new definition of success for myself. At that triumphant moment, every little political comment/argument at work with every individual seemed so insignificant. I felt like I was above all of that, floating on cloud number nine. I forgave so easily and just couldn't keep anything at heart. The power of dreams! And the joy of having missed it by a millimeter :)
Cinderella was who I felt like, when neither the two team leaders nor my team ever found out that I was the third candidate, who gave them such a run for their money; and I slipped away slowly, delicately, fading into insignificance, with the promise that I would be considered for the next role that came up.
Now, my heart is starting to sink as I begin to digest the fact that I didn't make it, but the glory of having missed it by a millimeter will always remain...
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