I always wanted to live and die in India, as I felt people who leave the country are not doing enough to improve their mother country where they are born and learnt or acquired the skills. However, like many average educated citizens of the country I completed graduation in computers (studying almost outdated programming languages) and an MBA form a very new college(I don't know what subject I learnt here, but felt like a better person after MBA).
After completing MBA I moved to Bangalore in search of a job. I looked for different jobs in the field of marketing, but was unable to find a decent job(a decent marketing job in my view is, where we need not bluff customers to the core). However, I was unable to find any except for the credit card marketing, in my view, begging software employees to apply for credit card. Back then, in the year 2004, it was difficult to find a job opening even though there might be some opportunities. Internet access was too slow, too costly, for a lower middle class job seeker. A normal mobile phone was a greatest thing then.
By chance I got a job as a software recruiter in a small consultancy, but I quit it as my lead didn't treat me well when I made a call to one of the prospective employee for the second time by mistake. In fact, I deserve that, as it was my mistake to call the same person again as I didn't maintain the call record well. Because of ego I left the job without intimating them. Back then I had EGO in abundance.
Now decided to find a job in the field of information technology. I followed my cousin's advise and I learnt hardware. Just after finishing the course I was not getting any money from home to survive in Bangalore. Therefore, decided to move to Chennai to my cousins room as he was working in software testing and was earning enough to stay in sharing room and spending for food. There I joined networking, CCNA. I really learnt a lot in this course and I still remember the concepts. Then again I joined MCP (windows server) course. My cousin paid fee for both the courses, my food and accommodation.
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