Title: Shevti Nasheeb – Its means In the End its fate. Origin Marathi.
As usual I had lots of thoughts to write a blog on, but again all of them boiled down to the usual endings. Then suddenly I remembered an incidence that happened in Bharat Bijlee (my Ex-employers), which made me smile and I decided this could be an experience to share. So without much fooling around here it is.
The Plot is that we were just being made aware in the company that there wont be any increment that particular year owing to the economic slowdown. (Now, that didnt come as a shock but as a human the sheer loss of hope is more disappointing then any thing else). So getting back to the incident, As many others, I was really disappointed that I would have to wait one more year to get my long awaited promotion. This was indeed a great topic of discussion everywhere, right from the chai walas (peons) to General Managers, you could over hear many of them blaming some one or the other.
During one of these days, one afternoon I was walking from the HR division, which is just next to the companies entrance gate back to my office. My office was at the other end of the Gate and was almost 500 mtrs from the HR office. It was a straight and flat road and you were able to easily spot anyone joining this main road from Account department (which was around 100 mtrs diagonally from the HR office) Canteen (which was equidistant from our office and gate). I had just crossed the account department and I heard some one calling my name “Akash” I turned around and saw Mr. K. Mr, K was office staff to one of the department just next to our department. He is middle aged person and is a very happy go lucky person, very helpful, soft spoken and hard worker. Many people including top managers would stop by and speak to him at times. So this was a small description of Mr. K.
The conversation we had is somewhat like this (Not exact though)
K : Akash Thamb me pan alo.
Me: Arre K saheb accounts la gelelat ka.
K: Ho re saheb alele ahet tour varun, tyancha expense statement dyaycha hota.
Me: Ok, baki kay, kasa challay.
K: Chalu ahe re, ata kay bolnar, He increment cha kadalya ahe na, sagle loka tech bolat astat. Mala kay he asle bolat basna avadat nahi.
Me: Barobar ahe, ata nahi increment tar nahi, ugach bolat basat rahanyat kay fayda. Tumcha union cha tar pudchya varshi due ahe na.
(Well in BBL staff are included in worker union, and their increments are decided by the union leaders and most of the times the revision in done after 2-3 years)
K: Ho, pudchya varshi ahe. Pan maza kasa ahe apla kaam karat rhaycha, he sagla jast vichar karaycha nahi. Tula sangto ata, tu tar apla manus ahe.
Me: hmmm bola na.
K: Bag ata mala BBL madhe 20 varsh hot ali ahe, pan ajun me staff ahe.
Me : Arre yevde varsh, hmmm khup changla ahe.
K: Mag,pan ata bagh he aple manager ahet Mr. A, Mr. S etc ( He took name of few Managers, senior managers and even one DGM) he sagle majhya nantar alele ahet. He alele tevha te tujhya level var hote, ata bagh kuthe jaun basle ahet.
Me: Hmmmm
K: Ani hi lokanna me dar roj baghto na, kay kaam karat nahi, tumchya sarke navin muli yetat ani te sagle kaam kartat, amhi karto.
Me: Hmmmm
K: Pan aaj bag te sagle kuthe gelet ani me kuthe. Pan mala kay problem nahi. Bara ahe, apan kay apla kaam karaycha ani ghari jaycha. apan kay jast tension ghet nahi.
Me: Hmmmmm
(Well I got a rescue call on my cell from site, and I pretended that I needed to get back to work)
K: Arre aplya kade je ahe tyat mast rahaycha. Radun kay fayda… “Shevti Nasheeb”
With this we exchanged good bye and got back to work.
The incidence made me realize a lot of things. (Of course I did not got in to analyzing the possibility of understanding his thought process of comparing himself with the highly educated managers and I dont expect the readers to do so)
The extent to which people think, the sheer level of existence of competition (Even from the least expected quarters), Hope, Self reasoning, self content etc.
This at the least made me smile then and today. Back then it was not much helpful to overcome the disappointment but was helpful in reliving some stress.
And whenever I am disappointed again, I might not be always blaming my fate by saying “SHEVTI NASHEEB” but just trying to get back my smile.
