On being a fresher

Abdul Wajid
Corporate Satire

Few months back, I completed my training and joined the BFS business unit.
“Kudos…Happy Independence day,” greeted one of my peers. “What Independence?” I
questioned back in wonderment. “Well you are no more a student now. You are free from
the shackles of scary classrooms, boring lectures and enforced assignments,” reasoned my
Well, no doubt, my friend was correct in suggesting me to rejoice the completion of my
training. But I couldn’t buy her idea. I had the fear of suffocating in the toxic atmosphere
of corporatism where in I was to breathe in next.
“Ho! Good old days, the heydays,” I whisper to myself, as I think of my training days. That
life was not any hunky-dory type but quite satisfactory. I was one of the well-known faces
in my batch; known for being good in academics and other activities. My entertaining and
hosting skills had won me a good number of admirers. I ruled the roast. Period!! What
now? The game is over. That part of me died the moment my batch disbanded.
Now I am no more a student, not anymore. I am no one in actual fact. My identity is as
null as a big naught. Now I have a new name. They call me a fresher, a new fish into the
sea of opportunities and competition. They also say that there are plenty of other similar
fish in the sea. Ha-ha, I feel pity.
I was a bright student and I joined corporate with a shinny record. But I was not lucky
enough to get a project immediately after joining. I have been warming the bench from
many months now. Though I am not a couch potato, I rarely go outside except for a
disappointment called as interview. I restrict my social presence to the four walls (two
walls to be more precise) of my cubical with my only two aides-desktop and boredom. God
bless the fresher, I pray.
Being a fresher, I am not supposed to sit back. I cannot afford to corrode my aptitude like
this. I have to explore and hence I do. I desperately do. But wherever I go, I find the big
bosses asking for an experience or an expertise, the only thing a newbie carries not.
Sometimes I wonder how the God-blessed experienced people are born. Are they born
with an experience certificate in hand? I question. — use your weaPEN — Okay I am a fresher. But that does not make me child of a lesser God. I am young and I
have all the energy and enthusiasm to work and make a difference. Agreed that an
experienced person is more valuable than a fresher. What if the latter proves more
worthy, once trained, I question.
Bottom-line is that we need to respect the young talent and cultivate it rather than
murder it long before it blossoms. Let there be a system to welcome both freshers and
experienced at the same platform, not equally but in some other measure. Let the
freshers earn some experience by learning and let the experienced shared their knowledge
(not their salary, mind you!). I dream that one day I will transform my creativity into
productivity. I still have that dream.

P.S. This is truly a fictional piece. Any resemblance is merely a co-incidence. Please
digest the write-up with some salt and pepper.

— use your weaPEN —