I ended my career as a crime reporter... ended my dream and probably dreaming too!!!
Looking back from where I am today, I remember cherishing this dream of becoming a crime reporter, since I understood the word "journalism". I was tooo too too lucky to become a crime reporter early in my career itself. The adrenalin rush was higher as some people demanded me to prove my ability. Being completely modest and humble I can still say I was very good at my job.
I am sure, people who were my colleagues, my seniors and my competitors will surely agree that I was good and was a threat to my competitors too. I dedicated my three years six months being a crime reporter and I swear I had sacrificed a lot of my happiness for this dream and never regretted either. Being a movie buff since school, I don't remember watching one single movie without being troubled by a call during these days. Was seriously part of theater and play, but couldn't get time to watch one. Love my family and spending time with them, but was always missing from those special moments. Despite my physical presence, my mind was away at work.
On March 22, 2011, I finally decided to put down my papers and end this career (read dream) and went on a break... to Goa. I returned in a week and the world was certainly different... break ke baad.
On March 27 when I entered my office to finally hit that last nail on the coffin, I realised I was buried along with my career here.
As I opened the attendance register book at the reception, I spotted a scratch on my name and the receptionist was quick to guide me to the visitor's book and asked me to enter my name, time and the purpose for my visit to this office. The message was strong and clear. As I finished, she said please be seated and after making a call to the HR department, she asked one of the security guards to accompany me inside the office. (These were the same people who used to salute and wish me every time I entered the office. ) As i gave a shocked look with a broad smile trying to hide that piercing pain, I heard the receptionist say... sorry... rules are rules.
I was not ready for this... after dedicating so much for this career and that too when i still had my id card in my possession.
I went straight to my table after the formalities at the HR department and began picking up the pieces of my assets on the table. I was feeling better as many of my seniors I really respect asked me to stay back, stating i was really good at what i did. If not in the same company atleast in the profession. As my tears were slowly being caressed by my smile, the HR executive approached me again and confirmed if i had taken my papers. As i answered in positive, she said, "Dont mind... but you are not supposed to roam around inside the office. Rules you see...Please leave as soon as possible."
I really never wanted to bury this career for life.. But I did for some unexplainable and unavoidable reasons. But with this kind of a farewell, I still wonder if I had wasted my four years or feeling better that I was atleast out unlike many others.
I learnt it the hard way... a really hard way.
But still dreams should be lived... and not buried as I did!!!
