Hardwork & Dedication It all started being a failure. Learning for him wasnt that easy as it might have been for others. Being of not even a middle class family, he was studying MCA;studying on a loan, though. Days were depressing for why he made himself enrolled in this computer field. The last semester of his studies, having dozens of companies already visited to his college, and yet not a single on-campus selection—it made him realize computers had never made an impression upon him.He wasnt even that bright a student to be offered a job. Neither were some of his batch mates. So they all decided to study for the trending bank exams side by side. They all joined every coaching centers, they could have availed; he was left to study on my own. At home, it was hard for him to study, even harder to make an eye contact with those hopeful eyes of his parents, the eyes brewing a dream that their son is soon to change their lives for good. Or eyes of pity that their son is wasted? The first exam they friends gave was of PNB clerical, and they all stupidly failed. ‘In a crowd of millions, the first timers always fail,’ they all consoled themselves. The second BOB clerical exam again was a failure. The SBI associate PO exam we tried also followed the same pattern. ‘Life is a hell! Even these bank exams are harder nuts to crack,’ they all commented. ‘Let’s think of a feasible business?’ Perhaps life really were a hell. Perhaps he didnt deserve to have a job. Not in college, not even in banking, not even somewhere else. And how could he had done business? He had no money for the business. He just wanted a job. If not for him, if not even his parents, but for cancelling that awful loan that kept on increasing.He wanted a job anyhow. After the College final semester’s exam, after our failure in securing a job, it was time to bid goodbye. Something must have to be done, they all discussed before losing touch. He decided then, if he had to get something he had never had, he had to do something he had never had done. He started afresh.He joined a library. He didnt want to spend any extra money. He wanted to save money wherever and whenever he could. The money he took from parents were all for exam form submission. He would leave his home in the morning to only enter on the night. In the meantime, he’d sit in the library, or sometimes in the playground, or sometimes in his friends’ home with books and copy-pen in my hands, and he’d study. It wasnt that he studied day and night. But he went crazy. And he learnt that when you really go crazy for something, then only life begins to help you. The library ma’am begun giving him free magazines of previous months,so he could study better.A friend of his begun giving him his solved speed tests so he could learn better. One of his previous college mates who got selected by the Income Tax Department started helping him out with few irksome concepts. And that’s then he began to feel a new zeal of doing things. And now when he sit in the Canara Bank clerk exam, he cleared it. He was desperately waiting for this. But they failed him at the interview panel. They might have found it weird of an MCA student applying for a trivial clerk job. Or perhaps other competitors were smarter than him? But he wasn’t sad at all. He was happy.Though a little, but he was happy. At least he has the capabilities to clear a bank exam. And if he can clear a clerk exam, he can clear the PO exam too. When you clear one exam, you begin clearing all the related exams as if all these exams follow a secret pattern. Decode one pattern and you decoded all the others. In the next few months that followed, he cleared Union Bank clerical exam and the Syndicate Bank clerical exam. How many times they’d fail him? Thanks to the Almighty, he got selected as a clerk in Union Bank this time. Life has begun to change somehow. Now, instead of learning, he was teaching his friends. Now, instead of bearing a worry on his face, he bore a wide smile. The ‘Unemployed’ tag from his profile was removed. His parents were delighted. His relatives were happy. And he was too. Not that much, but still he was a little happy that he was a job holder now. A Government Job holder. By then hed come to know that we all are in a constant process of learning. Always! In all ways! From Step-A to Step-B. From a lower level to an upper level. It doesnt matter whether you pass a step or fails, you learn. Doesnt matter if it were your own mistakes or of others, you learn. You always learn.The difference is just that some learns better. It took him a hell lot of time, but he learnt. And he carried out onto his learning. He carried on studying further. Cleared SBI clerk exam. Cleared interview as well. And switched from the Union Bank to the SBI clerk. Then Cleared PNB PO as well. Then cleared Central bank PO exam as well. Then cleared Syndicate bank PO exam as well. Those were the happiest days of his life when the postmaster of his city arrived at his home with two postcards bearing his name. One was from the Syndicate Bank and another was from the Central Bank. And even the postmaster knew they both were job offers for the Officer Post. The postmaster congratulated him, congratulated his parents more, and praised them for having a child like him. He could never forget that look in his parent’s glistening eyes, the silent look only those people owe who’re damn proud. But he could have chosen only one Bank’s job. He chose the Central Bank job. He wasnt a clerk anymore. He kept on motivating his friends. Some of his batch mates also got selected in PNB, Canara and Syndicate Bank. He loved it when they thanked him for the little contribution he made to their successes. Some got Private Jobs through job portals. Some started their own businesses. And some still were trying hard.He knew they also will secure their jobs. His name has been published in magazines for clearing a hell lot of Bank exams. They wanted to know the ingredients of his secret recipe. Maybe the recipe was that he was becoming a little more sensible with time. Or perhaps the recipe was that he never ever had let his failures to overpower him. But there was no recipe, if truth be told. “HARDWORK and DEDICATION!” The only two words he managed to utter them. SBI Later on, he cleared PO as well. Later, he cleared SBI Associate PO as well. And he wasn’t even studying anymore. And associate PO interview as well. But to switch jobs at an officer level is not that easy. The bank makes you pay a hefty fine this time which he couldn’t have afforded. He was more worried about paying the loan amount then. That’s when he thought of saying ‘No!’ to any more exams. -- At present, He’s a Branch Manager in Central Bank of India, Tasgaon. -- “And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.” ― Haruki Murakami
Posted on: Fri, 28 Nov 2014 16:20:21 +0000
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