Destiny. And A Math Class.

This post is about destiny. In the form of a random math paper that was part of my college curriculum. And the myriad ways my life meandered but eventually, despite my many attempts to stray, guided me to where I was supposed to be. Sometimes it was literally by the scruff of my neck, with me screaming bloody murder.

When I was getting ready to choose my track of higher studies, I chose, by a very scientific process of elimination, a solid and safe Commerce degree—known in India as B. Com.

(This was my process: didn’t like science, so engineering and science degrees were out; an Arts degree was not solid enough for the prestigious bank employment that was the dream of the entire middle class society back then, ergo the commerce track)

I almost ended up in a BA Economics course, since I couldn’t get in my chosen major, in my first college of choice. (And, honestly, my “marks” from higher secondary were damn good! My belonging to the so-called “forward caste” put me in an unfortunate demographic that had a tiny percent of quota in most colleges—a misguided attempt by the caste heavy Indian system to correct an injustice by inflicting more injustice—but then I digress).

Destiny calls: So I went to classes in a different college for 2 weeks until destiny, and my aunt, who knew someone who knew someone in my first college of choice, intervened and got me in the program at the Ethiraj College for Women, Chennai. Two weeks after classes had started. Two weeks after I had given up all hopes.

Back to my story: This degree had a single mathematics paper. This was important, but I didn’t know it then. I was just happy I had escaped the other, conservative college with a strict dress code and a principal who was the original Miss Trunchbull.

I finished college, in the first ever experimental batch of evening college. This turned out to be the best thing that could have happened for my laid back style of studying.

My amma says she doesn’t recall me ever studying. “You were always listening to music while doing homework, I don’t know how you passed any exam!” Classes were in the afternoon from 1:30 to 5:30 so I got to sleep in, got to watch all the tv programs offered by the single channel Doordarshan, do my homework leisurely in the mornings listening to Vividh Bharathi, and escape the morning rush.

I started applying to the much sought after bank jobs, the “moksha”—safe, solid, “permanent”—like that meant anything. I also started going to classes for ICWA (Cost Accounting)—always had to have a plan B.

No jobs were working out. And then, this huge opportunity was presented to me (being totally sarcastic here). There was a 3-month period when my aunt’s brother and his girlfriend (who at that point was just a friend, but I figured out something was up between the two—scandal!) who were both fresh out of med school, opened a clinic/hospital in Anna Nagar West, which was way out there compared to Anna Nagar East, where we lived. They needed a receptionist. It wasn’t a difficult job, they said. Boy, were they right!

Off I went every morning, my lunch packed. Some days both of them would be there, and the 3 of us would chat, gossip, play cards, whatever. Some days they would go out to get supplies for the “hospital” leaving me alone in that house/clinic/hospital. There were not many houses nearby, but one was being built across my place of “work”. So on many days, it was just me, my lunch dabba, and the construction workers. I started carrying books to read to while the time away and to keep my active imagination from running away.

My career as a blossoming receptionist at a hospital where the doctors were always out, and no patients ever came, came to an abrupt end when I chanced upon an advertisement by a computer company called CMC.

CMC was inviting applicants all over India to take an entrance exam to qualify for their classroom training/ hire program. By this time, I was practically an expert in taking entrance exams, and said what the heck, I’ll apply. Never seen a computer in my life. Had no idea what the company or the job was about. The only requirement was, get this: all non-science applicants needed to have completed at least one math paper in college. Hey, it was practically begging me to apply!

I got through the entrance exam and was called for an interview. They selected 80 candidates from all over India–40 with science/engineering background, and 40 who were from a non-science background. I got selected, went through the 4 month classroom training, passed another final exam in programming languages (COBOL/Pascal), and got hired in the company as an employee – System Trainee Batch 1!

Destiny calls: I had really, really wanted a bank job or an accounting job. Didn’t get either. But ended up as a computer programmer, at age 21 with little knowledge about computers. Oh to be young and daring!

I did well, apparently—a natural love for problem solving led to a love of programming. Two years later, I was put on the project to implement the application called IMPRESS for the Southern Railways—it stood for Integrated Multitrain Passenger Reservation System. CMC was implementing this all over the country, Delhi (Northern Railways) having been the first.

Destiny calls: my management had slight reservations about putting me on the team since it involved supporting the railways 24 hours/365 days, and they were not sure of having a female on the team. And this was one of those “turnkey solutions” that was immensely valuable to the company, its reputation at stake. The railways is like a mini government within India. We were bringing on a whole nation of railroad travelers to computers—folks who stood in long, slow moving lines for hours to book train tickets. A trailblazer project by all accounts! But CMC was the most progressive company I have worked for in my entire career—I won this one, and they put me and another girl on the team.

Now things were in place for the most wonderful thing that happened in my life. The single math that paper got me in to this job, and the job that put me in this project.

Flash forward 2 years: a new guy from Bombay joins the team in Chennai. His name was (is)…yep, Rajagopal. His reputation precedes him—he was apparently a superhero. TDH! (for those unfamiliar with the romance industry it stands for tall, dark and handsome).

This was March of 1989. We were engaged on July 13, 1989, and married by February 5, 1990, having had a whirlwind courtship that mostly involved doing the daily Hindu crossword puzzles, (hey, we were at the Chennai Central station 8 hours a day), combing through the horoscopes of prospective brides his mother received for him which he asked me look through and advise (those girls were doomed), and supporting the Southern Railways, and weekly visits to the famous Parthasarathy temple—(the only reason I went was for the yummy puliyodarai).

I sometimes imagine my possible alternate lives had destiny not intervened at each juncture and shudder. If I had continued with the BA Econ program; if I had gone into the Cost Accounting program after graduation; If I had gotten some boring bank or accountant job. All of these and a few others that I won’t go into, were huge disappointments but there was an invisible force that was steadily directing me to my destiny.

At each turn I had to be dragged kicking and screaming; shouting at the man above. I fought every move. I now understand what patience it must have taken for that power above to love me enough to not give me what I wanted at each turn, because something much better was in the works. Every now and then, I stop and thank him/her for rescuing me from myself!

There was a plan. There’s always a plan. All it takes is faith. And lots of patience, especially for someone like me. I read somewhere that we decide our lives before we are born. I just wish we would also remember it after we’re born.

You always get what you deserve, what is meant to be yours. I think, no, I know, I got the better end of this deal.

To my love, my life.

The yin to my yang.

The calm to my storm.

The rock to my crashing waves.

Happy anniversary!





2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. rainbowarc
    Feb 22, 2016 @ 20:59:25

    Beautiful! I like the line: “I just wish we would also remember it after we’re born.” Walking through life is more like stumbling through fog sometimes…Faith is so important when advancing through life. Good luck with everything!

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  2. sri
    Mar 10, 2016 @ 11:06:02

    Thank you for visiting and the nice words, rainbow arc!



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