My First Pay Cheque

I have been working in a firm in Mumbai for about a month now. By the looks of it, I will be here for about 2 years or so, unless of course they have reasons to fire me. Well, let us hope that does not happen. I have always thought of myself as an independent person, taking my own decisions, doing whatever I feel like. But, that was restricted at times by the fact that I wasn't financially independent. It just did not feel right to blow one's parents money all the time. Now there is nothing to stop me. There is one thing; the size of my pay cheque.

A couple of days back I received my first salary. And rightly so, I was thrilled. My bank account, which had resembled Aryabhatta's discovery, was now like a healthy beating heart. As I write this blog, I look back on the one month that has passed and the amount of work I have put in to earn my bread.

I was told that the company I was joining would make me work like there was no tomorrow. I had prepared myself mentally for the struggle I would have to go through. I was ready to put in all those hours and burn the midnight oil. I should consider it my good fortune that, in the past month, I have not done even an iota of work. The only thing I have done so far sitting in my thousand pound chair ( by the way, my salary is less than that) is to watch videos on youtube, connect with my other job less friends and well, start writing this blog. I have sat on the balcony overlooking the Arabian Sea for hours together feeling the gush of wind go past my face. I have pained my fellow colleagues by constantly going over to their cabins and engaging them in mindless conversations. It has been a nice 'honeymoon period', as my envious colleagues call it. And as many would point out, after the honeymoon, it can only go down hill. Nonetheless, I shall cherish this lovely phase and feel lucky to have got the 'phokut ka paisa'.