Achievement or Punishment ?

While evaluating the various career options available to me, I have examined the option of applying for the post of Probationary Officer in Nationalised banks. Selection is based on performance in a written test followed by an interview. While the only formal requirement is a graduation degree, I have also considered pursuing a diploma in banking from Indian Institute of Banking and Finance , to gain advantage for selection in the interview ( diploma-holders are given preference for recruitment by certain nationalised banks ). One can attempt the Bank PO selection exam upto the age of 30 years.

Sounds like a good plan. A systematic method of recruitment, no major investment required, and the possibility of gaining an upper hand in the interview because of my diploma qualification in banking . And of course , the peace of mind that comes with a lifelong permanent sarkari naukri with the benefit of perks like LTC, medical benefits etc.

But wait a minute : Where will i get posted ? No, not in the swanky neighbourhoods of South Delhi or amidst the splendour and glamour of Gurgaon or Bangalore. But , in all likelihood, I would have to render my services to the nation , posted in a dusty, sleepy town in Uttar Pradesh. Common, small towns have their own charms : Simple, rustic people, lush green fieds, open skies, relatively pollution and traffic free environments. Of course, well, regular power supply would be too much to ask for. I would get rewarded for my hard work with power cuts ranging anywhere from 4 hours to 10 hours in duration, possibily even more in peak summer season. And did you mention internet or Facebook ? Nah, these are luxury items for the humble servants of the nation , who relenquish the comforts of modern life for the benefit of the aam aadmi of rural and small town india.

My life would be enriched by the constant pleasant sounds made by the generator sets , their pleasant and rejuvenating exhaust fumes. ( That is, if there are generator sets where i live ) It would be a great privelege for me to taste the sweet sweat of my body , and to have the enjoyable experience of having my sweat drip from my arms , drop by drop. I might even be inspired to write a book " Tales of my experience with heavy-duty perspiration".

Common, not all things in life require electric power to work. You can read a newspaper , provided you have an "emergency lamp ". Wait a second, what did you say, newspaper ? haha.. do you really think english newspapers are published from Gorakhpur or Sitapur ?

Now wait a minute, don't other bank officers and clerks stay pretty much in the same environments and continue doing their job without complaining too much. After all, a bank officer gets a handsome salary. Is that not compenstion enough for the tough living conditions ? But then, there's a difference between me and other officers : The other officers have families back in their hometowns, and they have to " sacrifice " worldly comforts for their wives' and kids' welfare. ( thats what my father did all his life ). But whom would i "sacrifice" for ? Being a non-believer, I would never get to experience the bliss of married life . Hence , I would have no family to sacrifice for. My stay at Sitapur would seem futile : After all, what would i do with INR 25000 in a place without regular power, shopping malls, or good restaurants ? ( Money-currency notes have no intrinsic value, they are just pieces of paper. They have value only when they can be exchanged for attractive consumer goods or services )

I would wonder whether my job selection was an achievement or a punishment .