Gharpe bol ke aaya kya....?

For all those non Hindi speaking minority in the minority of people reading my blogs, the title means- Did you inform at your house when you came out? This is a general statement made by irate motorists when something(someone) comes in their way. The general assumption- Anything that has come into their way would be to commit suicide. Let me go on now.



When I was a child I wanted to become an IAS officer, ah what a joke? Because, I also wanted to become a doctor, I also vaguely remember my dreams of flying an airplane. Reality dawned upon me, I am a blogger now. But how?


I remember standing at a junction of different career roads. There were pointers towards different roads, one showed IAS, the other pilot, doctor etc. But, there was a large chunk of crowd running towards a particularly bad road, pointing towards "ENGINEERING". Almost all of them are running towards it and I chose to be one among the crowd. I took the road. I am an engineer now. What a joke again.



Let me just help you understand the joke. I have been to a decent school, thanks to my father and I still reckon my schooling is the best part of my education, although I did not do too well in my board exams. I then went to a junior college, which is more of a hut than anything else and which emptied my dad's pockets to penury by pretending that they are preparing me for JEE. I fumbled in the war called JEE, stumbled and thanks to the then AP govt and JNTU, I ended up in one of the many Engineering colleges as a Mechanical Engineer. I love physics, and hence I loved my stream, but the pedagogy sucked. There was no practical perspective to anything and any such question in the class was always scorned at. All that the lecturers would do is parrot the text books which they consider to be bible and vomit everything on us. Four years of utter mediocrity with only challenge being passing the exams. And in four years I am an engineer who is not sure about what is so engineer about him.


Its placement time and I managed to clinch a job, not because of my Engineering skills but because of my communication skills, in an airport construction project. I worked there for one year and shifted for bigger challenges(the biggest joke). The expectations from my new company were manifold. I expected to work in:

• Heat Transfer Dynamics
• Machine Dynamics
• Simulations in Material Science.
• Aerodynamics.
• CAD/CAE applications.
• Plant Layouts
• Robotics.

And many more. But what I had done and what I have been doing?

• Creating 3-d drawings from 2-d drawings
• Giving boundary conditions for a model created in CAE
• Sitting on Bench and cribbing for department change.
• Writing blogs and advertising them to my friends.

And when I got transferred, I do something that is never Mechanical and it has got nothing to do with coding. The work I do is so mind numbingly simple that that the ennui of doing it forces mistakes out of you. There is nothing creative and the only thing creative I do here is writing blogs.

And amidst all this, I hear a voice from my computer, it was loud and clear and it has an air of authenticity in it, it said "Gharpe bol ke aaya kya?". And now I keep asking my self, am I heading towards a suicide?