Thats me!

Its 12’O Clock in the Mid-Night and there are still 4 Chapters out of the Total 6 left to learn. Exam is scheduled for the next day 09:00 am. I start brushing through the pages randomly and try to feed in my mind heavy equations and schematic diagrams just by one glimpse of them in my 646 page text book. It was working for the time being, however fear entered into my mind…What If I forget when I attend the real exam….What if I fail in the Exam….And the thought goes on to …”Why I ever chose this Career…..I should have been well off in some other field…” and it goes on and on… And the clocks ticks 02:00am….I give the book a bang and lay on my back to rest for a while. In fact I faint after being worn out by swallowing a whale of knowledge designed and crafted by geniuses of the past. And the next morning I wake up horrified and rush to a dungeon – The Exam hall. Sometimes I don’t know how….By God’s grace I write well and pass the exam. But still the thought haunts me – “Why did I choose Engineering when I loved to be a Journalist..!” And the answer pops up in my mind “That’s called Fate...” But my friends…believe me…..Fate may have a role in what you become but it’s you who decide your future and Career.

You may be wondering why I had shared with you the above scrap. I am an employee in a Petrochemical company now and wonder what my designation is…. Instrument Planning engineer…..Co-coordinating, reporting and scheduling. Sometimes I feel that I am in the right place because this is where my interest in journalism helps me a lot. Communication and influence speaks a lot in making your Job much easier. So what did I get…A career that I adore and a career that I have loads to learn from. Tit for Tat.

During my third year of Engineering Graduation, a Software Giant hunted me down and gave me a place in their organization as a Software Engineer. After my graduation, since I had nothing better to do, I joined them and learnt from them within 3 months that...This is not where I should be…this is not what I wanted to do…This is not what I learnt and started to think….Why in the name of God, am I wasting my life here?

I resigned to join a company which paid an Engineer fewer wage compared to a painter. But the nice part was the exposure I got to my core field – Instrumentation. I worked with them for some time amidst all odds of less wages and heavy responsibilities. It was a tutorial for me and I enjoyed every bit of it. The place where I realized that I do have engineering skills. Obviously God Almighty helped me a lot. I started moving forward.

Months later, I joined a Petrochemical company in Saudi Arabia where I am currently working. I thought... To live and pursue a career in the Middle East was a piece of cake, since I had lived 15 years of my childhood in the Middle East. But, the true feeling of being an expatriate was felt by me when I really started working and living in the Gulf alone. In the past, I used to wake up at 5 in the morning for prayer and still I could find three more hours for sleep before going to college or school or even work. But here, I have to wake up at 4am and start work at 5am and reach back to my room at 7pm. That is called heavy and hectic life and to be frank I hate it only because sleep is my favorite past time. Working in the weekends can be joyful when it is occasional. But when you know that weekends are working days for you and that you don’t have a break after the hectic schedule, you start to hate your Job. Sometimes the idea of going for work on a weekend itself haunts me. But coming to think about it, if you don’t have anything better to do, office is the best place to kill time and spend the weekend.

When I was in my 7^th Grade, I remember our English Teacher to ask us what you would like to be…A Child or an Adult. We all replied stern and straight that we wanted to grow up fast and be an adult because we wanted to drive cars, earn money, wear ties and go for work instead of studying. But I’m cent percent sure that none of us from the same class would be thinking the same today. Childhood is the golden era of one’s life. And I miss those days a lot.

Sometimes there are untold stories in life which have no meaning or reason. There may be hurdles to cross and open gates to close. But, it all depends upon one’s jurisdiction to decide the winner or the loser. I have accepted my track in the race and I am competing in it for success in this world and the hereafter. I thank my parents foremost for helping me in every step I made to reach the position where I currently stay. And then I would like to thank my sister and my brothers for the love and support they gave me. And last but not the least, my friends and my colleagues who stood by me all the time like a shadow in the afternoon. May God bless us all.