It has only been 9 months. Yet, I have begun to experience the big bad world like nobody else.
The transition from that of a student to a working woman is tricky. While on the one hand you are financially independent, on the other you lack the maturity and sensibility of a responsible human being. It takes alot to be oneself amidst high pressure and competition.Many a time, you are denied that joy of being simple and kind to those you care for. Atleast, that is what I have experienced.
A friend, teacher and colleague. She was my only source of relief at work. We would talk of good old days, about work and of movies. Both of us enjoyed a typical South-Indian meal and were willing to go to any extent to satisfy our craving for a Rasam and Rice.Things seemed too perfect.
But now, it all seems to be a dream. From a friend to the most hated human being in the office. She no longer feels comfortable around me. I am her primary source of trouble and she will continue to endorse it. Only because she believes that a few complaints an earn her the 'respect' and the progress she desires. She never misses an opporunity to insult, criticise or blame me for any fautl even if it isn't mine. Yet, I remain silent and try to remind myself of those good times.
Though I am tempted to scream and create havoc, I choose not to. For I still admire her as the teacher who taught me all that I needed to know. May be it is the times that compels one to lose his/her identity only to emerge as the survivor. The question is - Does being a survivor give you right to deny others of surviving?
The transition from that of a student to a working woman is tricky. While on the one hand you are financially independent, on the other you lack the maturity and sensibility of a responsible human being. It takes alot to be oneself amidst high pressure and competition.Many a time, you are denied that joy of being simple and kind to those you care for. Atleast, that is what I have experienced.
A friend, teacher and colleague. She was my only source of relief at work. We would talk of good old days, about work and of movies. Both of us enjoyed a typical South-Indian meal and were willing to go to any extent to satisfy our craving for a Rasam and Rice.Things seemed too perfect.
But now, it all seems to be a dream. From a friend to the most hated human being in the office. She no longer feels comfortable around me. I am her primary source of trouble and she will continue to endorse it. Only because she believes that a few complaints an earn her the 'respect' and the progress she desires. She never misses an opporunity to insult, criticise or blame me for any fautl even if it isn't mine. Yet, I remain silent and try to remind myself of those good times.
Though I am tempted to scream and create havoc, I choose not to. For I still admire her as the teacher who taught me all that I needed to know. May be it is the times that compels one to lose his/her identity only to emerge as the survivor. The question is - Does being a survivor give you right to deny others of surviving?
