This post might make me lose a lot of friends, but hey, if
you are my friend, you know I give a damn. Ever since I started working, during
my minimal contact with some chosen junior friends, I realize we don’t talk
about anything except internships, CGPA, exams, moots, publications in
journals, who is working in which firm, benefits of higher studies- AARGH, I
think I will break my damned keyboard any moment now in anger! The list is
endless. Why this CV obsession, I ask?
In college, I used to wonder and ask the same thing to my
batchmates and seniors. They only brushed me aside because I was not a good
student and I was accused of being casual in my career. People kept asking me to switch to sports
journalism and said I don’t have the aptitude for law. Pray tell me, in which
career aptitude manual was it written again, that your job should be your
passion? So, umm, guys who like cricket should go play cricket for India,
right? Girls who like shopping should work for Westside, right? Of course not, you say, with a sheepish smile.
Another world changing revelation which I was told was that if I don’t have
publications or a good CGPA or fabulous internships, I am going to be an
unemployed, sad, unmarried old maid (yes yes, the other analogy is good
grades=good success in your love life, yes I’m serious!) I know some people
with great grades and an orgasmic CV, who are struggling to do well in their
jobs. I also know some people who strived hard to make their CV run into pages,
who ended up getting jobs where they wanted, but hate the shit out of it. What
is the point of it all, I ask?!
The biggest nincompoops on the face of earth are those who
work with an NGO or volunteer for one, just to build their CV or to get an
entry in Harvard University or the like. It is like you cheat the children or
old people you are volunteering for. How fucking materialistic can you get?!
Ranting won’t help,
because I have tirelessly tried putting this point across, but in vain.
My solution is to answer their queries and kill these people in my head slowly
and steadily. Do you have a better solution?
Whether you are from an Ivy League University, whether you
have a pay package of lakhs, whether you slept with someone just to get a
promotion, I sincerely, sincerely hope karma will come and strike you down.
I am glad I enjoyed my college life to the hilt and didn't worry too much about my career. I went with the flow, woke up later after I graduated when the time was right and opted for what I love. I was fairly successful in whatever I did, and I am glad my efforts did not go in vain. And after I started working, I realized concepts and intellect matters, not mugging endless pages of words and numbers. A little part of me wants to go up to all my detractors and show them what I am but then I realize it's not worth it. People talk because they have to talk.
I am glad I enjoyed my college life to the hilt and didn't worry too much about my career. I went with the flow, woke up later after I graduated when the time was right and opted for what I love. I was fairly successful in whatever I did, and I am glad my efforts did not go in vain. And after I started working, I realized concepts and intellect matters, not mugging endless pages of words and numbers. A little part of me wants to go up to all my detractors and show them what I am but then I realize it's not worth it. People talk because they have to talk.
P.S.- I know some people would go, “Damn, this is one
jealous bitch.” You may keep your money and gold plated resume, and my middle
finger, while you are at it.
P.P.S.- I promise this is my last serious post. The funny Mads is coming out of hibernation soon! :Dc
P.P.S.- I promise this is my last serious post. The funny Mads is coming out of hibernation soon! :Dc
