I am a MBA graduate from a tier-I college. About a year ago, I quit my well paying job in Mumbai to move to Bangalore post my marriage. My husband, also a tier I MBA is working as the Marketing Manager of an IT start-up in Bangalore. When I quit my job some 14 months ago, I was over-confident and thought I would easily find a job. I also decided to be picky in the first 5 months. Now 14 months later, I am unemployed and in no position to be picky. Bangalore is an expensive city and I am a materialistic person. My husband is earning sufficiently well. But, the greeds of the materialistic world…
A few days ago I took up a teaching job with one of the big coaching institute chains for some ‘additional income’. I now take Mathematics, data interpretation and reasoning lectures for students preparing for various entrance examinations.
I recently came across a very interesting person in one of my lectures. I was teaching Mathematics to a batch of children with a not so great aptitude for Mathematics. Whether you are Mathematically inclined or not, you can imagine the course of my lecture. Now the coaching center where I was taking this lecture is situated in one of the Bangalore suburbs, inhabited by the lower middle class. And consequentially the students were different from my other students. They were struggling with the course. But more than the course, they were struggling with the language.
I had a lecture with this particular batch one day from 6:00 pm to 8:00 pm in the evening. At around 7:45 pm, a student gets up and asks permission to leave. Now, I recently started taking lectures and this has not happened with me before. Perplexed, I asked the student the reason for leaving. He told me he had duty. Now duty is a word generally used by the labor in Bangalore to denote security guard shifts. Moreover during my previous lecture with the same batch, I had seen this fellow leaving on an old Hero bicycle. Both the things piqued my curiosity and I asked him whether he was working. When he answered in the affirmative, I asked him where he was working. He told me he was working as a security guard nearby and had taken this coaching to give the railway’s exam and land a white collared job.
His effort to turn his life around really impressed me. Now a security guard in Bangalore earns a maximum of Rs. 12,000 per month. He is managing his expenses and the coaching institute fee with just this 12000. Moreover he is working and studying together so that he can turn around his life. My heart out for him and I told him I will pray for him. As clichéd as it sounds, I genuinely meant it.
Every now and then, I come across people who do not come from privileged backgrounds and often have a hard life. But they don’t let it get to them and instead work on turning their lives around. Such people always give me renewed energy and perspective for life.
I hope the story of this person gave you too a renewed energy and perspective. Thank you for reading and have a nice day J