After exhaustive
to and fro run for two days I was allotted room in the brand new hostel. At the
time when the sun was shining at its zenith I ascended the stairs to reach my
new room at sixth floor. Sweating in the summer of 12. One almirah, two naked
beds, a fan and a tube light welcomed me as the hostel boy opened the lock. A
mild smell of newness could easily be felt leaking from its white washed walls.
I peeped out of the window. A very congested residential area with narrow
streets shadowed with multi-storey edifices was over populated with students as
well as advertisement of various coaching institutes.
“Bhaiya, you can
spend a good time.” said hostel boy or whatever.
“What do you
mean?” I asked.
“You will find a
plenty of curvy figures here in Jia sarai… enjoy the scene from the window.”
“Oh! I see.” I
chuckled. “Let see how many curvy Jia’s I find in Jia sarai… anyways, what’s
your name?” I enquired.
“Rajesh”
As this hostel
was new and still not completely furnished-work in progress, “Before coming to this
hostel in which hostel you were jobbed?” I asked.
“I came to IIT
just before two weeks.”
“Are you from
Bihar?” I asked because his dialect was just like of Bihar.
“I belong to
Banaras.” Rajesh replied.
“So you recently have come to Delhi?”
“No, before I
was jobbed in a company in Delhi.”
“Then why did
you quit your job?”
“Here was a
vacancy of assistant care taker. That’s why I came here. A govt. job, settled
life. But now they have taken some other person for that job.”
“So what will
you do now?”
“I will prepare
for exams for Govt. job. Already have filled CIL form.”
“Coal India
Limited?”
“Yes”
Rajesh was of a
typical physique with around 45 kg weight and 5’1” height. Given his current
job I thought he might have applied for foreman or workman. But ‘CIL’ compelled
me to ask him about the post he had applied for.
“HR Personnel”
he replied hesitatingly.
And I was
shocked.
“You are MBA?” I
said, amazed.
“Yes, I did MBA
in HR from Banaras.” he replied. “But MBA in HR is good for girls.” He added to
defend himself.
He left the room
and compelled me to muse, astounded. ‘Is getting a job so hard?’ After leaving
my job I was forced to think this way for the first time. Really time is tough.
But what can Rajesh and alike do? Perhaps, faults lie in this education system.
First it stimulate them to dream big and at last all the dreams are shattered
when they face the reality and they find their degree is just a paper of high
cost which fails to reflect high value. This is problem of present education
system that it has become costlier but value eludes most of time.
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