Taking my only asset, my education, my family's love and my faith in self and God I came to Pune a year back. With a lot of enthusiasm I made a couple of phone calls to reputed organisations. I was lucky enough to dial a reputed recreation club. I was called to meet the managing director at his office. I stepped into his office, the receptionist directed me to his cabin. A middle-aged gentleman, dressed in chocolate brown trousers and a light brown coloured shirt, with a husky voice full of zest and confidence called out my name and said, pass your bio-data to me, I'll call you back after four days.With a positive spirit I left his cabin. On the third day there was a call asking me to attend a second interview by noon. I was overjoyed. I wore my favourite blue trousers and equipped with my certificates and self confidence I reached the venue for the second time. In my second interview, I found piles of files scattered on the MD's table, phones ringing. I then faced the interview that went on for half an hour. Then came the reply from him, ``I'll let you know tomorrow.'' Next day I heard the good news - you can join us from Monday. I was given the position of a Liaison Officer.It was just my trial period and a week passed, I had to leave my paying guest accommodation to a hostel and things went fast, breaking my confidence and me apart. I was left jobless again only for the reason for not knowing Marathi. I felt alone and scary but my hope to get back a job kept me swinging from pillar to post.In the early days of 1998, I called him back to enquire if he had called me at my hostel? ``I didn't,'' came the reply, ``What are you doing these days?'' I replied that I haven't joined anywhere yet. Instinctively he asked me to meet him at his club to talk over the issue.Whenever possible, I took time to thank my stars for placing me in such an organisation. I stopped feeling lost in this new city. There was a feeling of comfort, a security in me. My family members heard of my organisation and my staff and boss through me and my friends. They stopped worrying about me gradually and advised me to be good, do good and be sincere to my organisation. ``It will give you peace, joy and prosperity,'' my sister always said, until you have such affable boss, you are not harmed.Meanwhile, my sir observed my interests, my creativity, he also understood. I loved to do table work and also a PR related job. He always advised me if ever I get a better opportunity anytime, anywhere I can join there, until then I could always have this job to fall back on. Frankly, I never wanted to be in the rat race of fishing out a new job. But then life turns out to be so unpredictable.Everything comes as a surprise good and bad. I joined a new firm just for one and a half month, where I had to use my journalistic skills. But there, though the job gave me satisfaction, the primary peace was lost. Reasons anyone could guess? Then as a bird tries to fly high with its wings all alone, suddenly feeling the air itself too hard for its delicate body and it comes down to its favourite tree top, so also I had to fall back only to overcome my tension.Then again the door of acceptance was open. The way was to a table in an ad agency. I took it silently in my stride though some issues hurt me. As I realised at times of adversity, the rock solid triumph.Well, this is my sincere confession to my sir. In these selfish times of the world, I thank him for being my staff to hold on and for being more than just a Godfather. I owe me him my gratitude timelessly.
