“Will give you a treat at the
blue frog when I get my first salary, for now let us eat at McD please”, Shipra
urged, while I was busy teasing her for not giving me a treat over her getting
placed, which was due two months now. Just then Shipra’s Mom called and asked
us to rush home, in a very worried tone. When we reached home, Shipra’s Mom sat
in the living room, with a haunted look on her face, staring dead ahead at the T.V.
Its volume blaring at its highest, may be hoping that somewhere they would say
it’s all a lie.
“Satyam…down….delisted…crash…”
Each word, breaking and
shattering the dreams and with those dreams, hope. Eyes watery, wanting to
scream out loud, but silence was all she could manage in the shock. Two months
ago Shipra got placed in Satyam with a six digit package, and today that very
placement seemed like a curse.
Within a week Satyam’s shares
were down to nothing, the company was delisted from NIFTY, it was on the verge
of closing, Satyam’s future was cloudy and Shipra’s grief had no bounds.
She was my teacher, the ace
student of her class, not the top rank but always in the top three. She was the
only girl out of the six student selected by Satyam that year from my brother’s
college and she decided to help every other student of her class in studies so
that they could get placed too. Dedicated, hardworking, loving and kind, that
is how my mom saw her and my brother got chided for not being anything like his
best friend. And for me she was one of my favourite people in the world. I
always looked up to her and even though I was five years younger to her she was
my best friend and we shared everything with each other.But now, she was
broken, cocooned in her grief and no one could do anything to console her. Upon
getting placed with Satyam, she had decided not to appear for other interviews,
to give the others a chance. Now, the placements were closed.Life had played a
foul game with her and she was back to square one with the future looking bleak
and uncertain.
“Am I that bad? Don’t I deserve it?
Or have I done anything wrong? Why did this happen to me?” Shipra cried.
It had been four months since
the Satyam breakdown. Every classmate of hers had a joining letter but her, and
with all the ex Satyam employees out in the job market, a fresher didn’t stand
much of a chance.
“My whole year is wasted. I
didn’t even appear for any entrances, my life is a waste, what am I going to
do?” an inconsolable Shipra complained.
Then my mother told her about
the people who lost everything in the Gujarat earthquake.Back then we used to stay in Surendranagar, Gujrat. I was very small,
but I did have a faint memory of the horror and screams. She then told Shipra
the story of Vikram Uncle, though I didn’t remember him well I remembered he
had a jewellery shop in some mall that crumbled into dust in that ill-fated
quake. Also she said that he used to stay on fourth floor and jumped out of the
window, to save himself, when the earth broke havoc. He had broken his right
leg, but not his will. Now eight years later, he has four shops in
Surendranagar and Ahemadabad, just because he didn’t give up and decided to draw
the lines of fate in his favour.
It was either this story or
something else that jolted Shipra out of her depression, but anyhow after that
day, she was all geared up to challenge fate itself. That very year in November
she appeared for CAT, the most difficult of the management exams in India. With
barely seven months of preparation she got into IIM Bangalore, one of the most
prestigious management institutes of India. And her feat did not cease there. She
aced in her class again.Two years of firm dedication, rigorous hard work and
achievements got her placed in DELL. But somehow that did not satisfy her. She
worked there but aimed for more. Within a year she started a Software training
institute with my brother and two other friends of hers.
“I am leaving my job”, Shipra
told me while we were finally enjoying a pizza at the Blue Frog.
“Your brother and I are going to
start a consultancy firm along with our training institute”.
“Why didn't he tell me?And when
did this happen? Why are you telling me now?”
“A week ago our loan got
sanctioned, and this was going to happen someday. After I realized jobs weren't reliable, cause if companies like Satyam can dissolve, any company can. If that
company is my own, at least I will be upset at my failure and not question my
calibre cause of someone else’s failure. And I am telling this to you now
because tomorrow we are having a surprise for your mom and would need your
help, after all, all this is happening because of her, right?”
Her words made me realize, what
people say about ‘life throwing lemons and us trying to make lemonades out of
it’ is perhaps true, because, when one door closes,somewhere another door is
open. All we have to do is, keep trying the knobs.
Vaisakhi Mishra
P.S. This
is my entry for Chicken Soup for the Indian Entrepreneur's Soul. I
wish to get my story published in
Chicken Soup for the Indian Entrepreneurs Soul in association with BlogAdda.com
proof read by JD (coz he said jd not eon)...:)
