Guest column | New girl in the City Beautiful
Dreams are already designed by our destiny. We just need to understand and follow them. With this thought in mind, I packed my bags and started my journey from the Queen of Hills, Shimla, to the City Beautiful, Chandigarh, soon after I finished my Post-graduation.punjab Updated: Apr 02, 2017 17:18 IST
Dreams are already designed by our destiny. We just need to understand and follow them. With this thought in mind, I packed my bags and started my journey from the Queen of Hills, Shimla, to the City Beautiful, Chandigarh, soon after I finished my Post-graduation.
I was filled with expectation and hopes for a bright future and wanted to earn money. This was out of my comfort zone and I was prepared to face hurdles on the way.
The city was new to me and I was a fresh face for it as well. I learnt to navigate it, however, and finally landed up a job — my first job — as a teacher to those who want to go overseas.
Then, started my journey on the first job, something that is special for everyone. For me and for many others, this is the start of our path towards real learning. It is the start when opportunities become experiences, learning becomes preaching and passion becomes profession.
Being a small-town girl, I was nervous, little shy and afraid but I always had a faith within me that I am worthy of matching up to all the heady saying and good things I had been taught till today.
First job is everybody’s one of the memorable experiences not only due to the novelty, but also because it is not an easy experience.
For me, spending nine hours in the workplace was really not my cup of tea. Strangely, I started cribbing and criticising about my own job. I even thought of quitting just after a few days of joining.
Gradually, those tough hours slipped into days, days into weeks and weeks into months. I held myself together and tried to see the positive side of the situation.
Eventually it worked.
I started to do take and shoulder responsibility. I was scared but confident of the burden, the pressure as the student’s career, somehow, depended on my capability.
Finally, I got to really realise and see that how was teaching is the most respected professions in this word.
And now, all I wanted is to become a better human so that I could be a good teacher.
I met different set of students every week — most of whom were almost of my age. In their bright eyes, I could clearly see the same dreams in their eyes that had when I landed in the city.
Some were brilliant, some strugglers, some were too friendly, and some introvert. I felt they all have different stories to tell, and all of them were adding chapters to mine.
Although I had heard very bad/horrible stories of working in corporate culture, but mine was not too bitter. I learned many things that I had not learnt during my own studies. Here, my colleagues became friends for life, student became the real teachers and teaching became my ultimate goal. All these factors shaped me from a raw student to a professional.
I always believed in one theory, “We always make memories — either good or bad.”
When we start to see happiness in small things, initially one day turns out to be the moment for life.
(The writer is a Chandigarh-based freelance contributor)