தவறுதான்.

நாம் செய்யும் மிகச்சிறிய தவறுகள்தான் யாரோ ஒருவரை பெரிய அளவில் பாதிக்கிறது. அப்படி ஒரு தவறைத்தான் நேற்று வங்கியில் கவணக்குறைவால் செய்துவிட்டேன். ஆனால் அதை சரி செய்யும் அதிகாரம் என்னிடம் இல்லை.

ELECTION DUTY!

 It was March, marching towards the summer. A shock was waiting for me. Election time had begun to boil everything in Tamilnadu. Our bank started selecting people from each branch. A mail had come. I wasn’t aware of anything till my manager started conversing with Anitha ma’am in the lunch break.

THOSE FOURTEEN DAYS (5)

“Who are you sir?” Partha Saradhi sir looked at Mr. Kannan and enquired.

“I am Kannan, service engineer, working in general administrative department. I just came to drop him.”

“You may go sir. We’ll take care of him.”

He left.

“So, you’re Vinoth. Am I Right?”

“Yes sir.”

“We’ve got a complaint from general administrative department that you can’t work without system. So, we transfer you.” He casually said.

THOSE FOURTEEN DAYS (4)

We had desire. We had expectation. We had fear on that day but, didn’t have much hope. We went to the same place without any invitation, without any calls, without any messages and without any information. We found no difference in IOB central office. Once again we had to start from the beginning.

THOSE FOURTEEN DAYS (3)

September 3 2015 didn’t depict any difference from previous days. One more day, one more journey! My mother had got the news from either of them. I didn’t tell anything. No need to say that she was unhappy after hearing it.

“Pack my belongings. Let me come to leave. This must be my last day in this house.” I told my mother and hanged the bag on my shoulder.

THOSE FOURTEEN DAYS (2)

The day (02-09-2015) had arrived for me to proceed. We picked out the file from the bag, which was filled with certificates. It was not heavy to carry. At the same time, I had to carry some expectations and excitements with me. 

THOSE FOURTEEN DAYS. (1)

From 1^st September 2015 to 14th September 2015.

Every journey begins to halt somewhere. And, every halt sets up a new journey. For some travelers, it’s mandatory. For some travelers, it’s an option. For few, it’s fun. For few, it’s an experience. But, for me it was a search. A real search. I thought I was traveling from learning to earning. I was traveling from nothing to something. I was traveling from questions to answers.