Chapter 17: Back on my feet. And letting the world know.

"Yaar ek baat batao.."

"Poocho" said my friend at the other end of the line.

"LBO ke baare mein kya bata sakte ho?"

Stunned silence.

"ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"

After the laughter subsided, my friend said.."Dude agar zamane ko pata chal gaya na ki tum finance ki baatein kar rahe ho, then pata nahin kitne log depression mein chale jaaenge!! Utkarsh Joshi doing smthing in finance...you know..I banking types!! unblvbl! haha!"

Chapter 16: Entering the world of Business

I was feeling distinctly uncomfortable. Was it my blazer? Or the Hotel?

I was seated in the lobby of the Taj with the same folder I had taken to the TIME office about a month back. It had been brought out of short term hibernation and dusted off to be carried. I was wearing a blazer which I had worn after an year or so! It had been brought out of long term hibernation and dusted off to be worn. And I was waiting for my friends ex boss to show up. We had exchanged a few emails and phone calls over the last couple of weeks to fix up this meeting. Now this guy was an Investment Banker who had just quit his job to branch out on his own. He had reached out to my friend at first (who in turn had shifted to Mumbai by then) and so my friend referred me to him.

Chapter 15: Belief

Hello all! Has been quite some time since I blogged! Lot's of work and with what I have seen, more work is good work I say!! So just as a disclaimer this blog entry and the next few ones will talk about stuff that happened some time back, until I try and catch up to come back to what's been happening recently. Happy reading!

Trrrinngg...Trrrinngg...Trrrinngg...Trrrinngg...

I woke up groggily and turned off the alarm. I knew what time it was and it was early. Real early. Burying my head in the pillow, I started drifting back into sleep until suddenly I woke up with a start.

Chapter 14: English Teacher

As I was waiting for the center manager at the TIME branch in Gurgaon, the feeling was surreal. I was dressed in semi formals and I was carrying my resume in a folder. And I had come there looking for a job! To teach! Wow! Was it really so long ago that I entered an MBA coaching institute with my books to study? Along with the course fee and soon to follow course packs?

As I was pondering on the exact number of years between now and then, in walked the center manager, along with a permanent faculty.