Crossing the threshold of thy hallowed institution!
Last weekend, I attended a free workshop. A workshop on ‘being an entrepreneur’. I’d received a forward email (wouldn’t it have been better if I’d said I’d been forwarded an email?) about this workshop, with the agenda, the venue, the time and registration details.
It seemed an opportune moment to attend such a workshop.
Opportune because for long now, one has contemplated being self-employed or starting a venture of one’s own. In fact, today, by an amazing co-incidence I read the post of a fellow blogger called theghostoftomjoad (I don't know why I'm driving traffic to his blog, but at this point, I'd like to remind myself with a very deep question 'what traffic?') Why co-incidence and why am I mentioning this here? Un moment s’il vous plait.
My post on the Pursuit of Happyness attracted a comment. That was amazing, like the 12th wonder of the world. So naturally, I checked out the comment and the commentator and happened to skim through his post where he’s mentioning about being self-employed and trying to be a film maker and of course his blog title intrigued me. It happens to be the title of a Bruce Springsteen song for those not in the know like yours truly, but, ‘Google Hai Na’. So while I was skimming through this, where he talks about how Sundays don’t really mean much to him being self-employed and so on, (I’ll let you read it for yourself , even though ‘you’ may never read this to begin with, but never mind), it struck a chord.
I’m going through intense turmoil personally as I’m grappling with the questions mentioned in Para 2 above. It’s a soul-searching, searching for ID and much more, phase of life that I don’t know I can handle really. At my age, it seems almost impudent and brash, like cocking a snook.
So when this workshop was announced, I registered for it. I awaited the Saturday. Impatiently. Saturday dawned. The hour struck. And I opened the door to the classroom. K-21. I encountered young, curious, eager, anxious faces. Around a semi-circular seating area. With a grey-haired professor already taking class.
After 4-hrs that day I graduated from class. Class K-21, IIM-Bangalore, 2007.
It felt good.
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2 comments:
Oh, thanks ever so much for the fame...or infamy...or whatever :-)
First, IDs are 'displayed' near the crotch? That's a new one. I thought they were all tucked rather inelegantly into the shirt pockets.
About being self-employed, sure, it has its benefits but it depends on what you're looking for and, to make it sound all serious, what you want from life. I'll be lying if say I've never regretted not having a regular job...I have, many times...but, I guess, I wouldn't have it any other way. Because it works for me...at least, in some ways it does.
Ayway, the whole point is, what did the workshop do for you? Or, will that be the subject of the next post? :-)
In case you desire either, sorry to disappoint you, but you won't get either from this blog for sure.
Yes, men wear their IDs near their trouser pockets or waitbands and it's quite a sight.
The next para cannot be commented upon here - it's lot more than just a comment or a post.
The last query that I'm prepared to answer - I don't reveal the subject of my next posts as I've been paid handsomely much more than J K Rowling so am under contract.
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