I was ejected from home by a destiny moment, got procured like a salmon ready to be devoured in the big corporate. But the difference is this: The 'finned and scaled' Joel wore a 'Suit and Tie', it was hilariously pieced, looking back.
Future Leaders Program it was, that I was chosen for. But it rather gave warm impetus to being a Future "Suck-upper" of Present Bosses.
I had enough of the quelling and flouting of a control-crazy autocratic regime. I had ideas and I needed a rather fertile soil with less mental acid, trying to kill my vibe.
My mind was blitzing and it was crackling the glass ceiling of control, nepotism and a** licking. I was like if this is what “Big Corporate” is, means to co-operate and co-conspire in the dismantling of your dreams and visions….
I was like, to hell with that.
Dropped in the most unpeaceful papers in response to the resisting "authority" and buzzed off into the sunset with my wife, ‘cause the last straw of the demented autocratic chain of command was to separate my wife and I, and a foreign HR, who did not speak English, told me to apologize by rescinding the brutality of words that splintered some egos in my resignation, all when they should have begged.
So, I walked away with my wife and got ready for some major turbulence, ‘cause I've just "screwed-back" with a Big Corporation.
The so-called "Program" convened in Bangkok and spiraled down to Bangalore for its climactic end where I take my certifications and walk.
From Bombay to Bangkok to Bangalore & Beyond.
Enough of this bygone corporation.
I was just painting context, for you to know the origins of the fire within my soul.
The becomings of autonomy wasn't easy my friend, and I'm still pressing on.
The experience I gained, which many would die for, to me, was nothing from the “extraordinary”.
So, I decided, I'm going to lay low for a bit, do some menial voice processing stuff, as in join a call center for a giant bank called JP Morgan Chase.
I walked into this consultancy that I thought dished out 25k-30k jobs per month, which I was fine signing up for because I had saved up from the big paychecks of yesteryear, I was all game.
Turns out, when my turn arrived, I was ready to kill the interview with the interviewer and flash some finesse and skill.
But I was told I needed to lie, wiping out the big corporate experience as though it never happened, and it was a funny bone in my imagination.
Now, this could be for 2 reasons:
Since my previous experience made me a “overqualified” candidate, I’d not stick with this job for long, OR
Out of my own free will, get me to brazenly lie, (coz who are we kidding, they have the truth of my past in their HR’s hand, and if not, these organizations have resources to dig deeper into skeletons which you wouldn’t know yourself to know about you), which proves me to be a dishonest and integrity-less dude, which gives them the rights to my life to do to me as they please... Woah.
I agreed under the pressure of the room, then upon exchanging energies and communications with the interviewer, and hearing his interview style, which was quite aggressive and dissing in nature:
I said: “I worked in an MNC, got placed, defeating many to get where I am, and I want you to know this before you sign me up, otherwise look for someone else.”
I said this after obliging him to a long conversation in the fluency of solving "Risks and Fraud cases". (The last fraud I had to take out was him, getting me to perjure myself for a silly little toy job, lol)
At the end when I had to co-operate to a white lie for 21k per month (Because the golden days of BPO’s were finished, and now they barely give you 20k if you’re really good and no holidays, except one rubbish rotational off, as per, you guessed it, THEM)
I was like, buzz off. I'm not going to pervert the truth for a chunk of change.
Quite literally.
It was a room full of job hungry people with their hands on their mouth, that I just blew up such an easy convert into employment when they were unfortunately dreaming to be slaves for these rubbish and soulless corporates, to fight for a perverted cause of whitening their black deeds and grievances.
I don't blame these individuals, I understand the importance of feeding hungry stomachs, and what do you do when these are the only options you’ve got?! Unfortunate and cold.
I stormed off this consultancy and hit up a few more in Bangalore. I landed those jobs without having to lie, but then the interviewers were talking me out of the job in good faith.
He said: “Joel and Anisha…Do you see yourself working in this part of the career pool? In most jobs in India, you don't really need to be holistic, legendary or world class to put it simply.
All you need to do is do the bare minimum, some tasks for the day, take your salary and head home. You guys seem to be made for Management and upwards. You don’t fit here”
We both were sharp edges of a puzzle piece trying to force ourselves in the wrong puzzle. Hahaha.
The next plan loading...
Start-up.
Not starting our own yet but working for one.
After a stomach full of a corporate experience, this little poisonous morsel came to seal the deal, on behalf of the lower realms. I got shuttle cocked into a travel startup for a quick tossing around. ‘Cause hitherto I thought start-ups are all for liberty. But it was a snide stab to my imagination of what I thought it would be.
This start-up was funded by the infamous Sequoia. This startup is lying in shambles today, and even the financier of this venture, goes by a different alias today, after all their deeds started to stink up their reputation in the industry. New name, a new lease of life, and an extension for more sin.
Here, I received a direct deal from the co-founder who told me to be an “Influencer” and create travel content for this company and have a share in the stock options. However, all the content I create will be “refined” by them.
Of course, I did not take them up on this deal. Rather left this company in less than a month because it takes a lot to get anything off the ground, especially a not-so-brilliant shack, and the ways one chooses to get a hike up are not in alignment with my ways of life. I hate when someone who is a sell-out and very corrupt steps in the way of the creative process, just to push a corrupt agenda down the throats of the unsuspecting. I don’t stand for selling something I don’t believe in. That’s just me.
Content not for Coin.
Deeper Than Cash.
Choose Autonomy.
Closing Statement.
We're just a kitten-couple, caught by our whiskers by the Creator Most High and thrown into fragile baskets to grow out of, to be transported into the next basket to be conquered, and mutate into instruments of WinFluence.
Everything pompous and self-gratifying is momentary.
The digits of money in the account, the influential dynasties at the moment, current circumstances.
All waiting to be shuffled in a brutal cyclonic bolstering shower from the Heavens and the deep.
Anisha and I are 26 as we pen this piece of passing art. We have no interest to immortalize ourselves in a world decaying its way into Sinfluence.
But what do I know? I've left all dead desires of being rich, famous and glorious for the many who have come and gone before me.
But the Wordsmith's shall live with a potent persisting fire of being a WinFluencing instrument of the Creator, to step closer to Him as we depart from this simulating existence, meant to test, refine and mutate our souls into a higher plane of appeasement to the Master Most High.
Silence Sinfluencers
// poetry
Beyond the mink
Beyond the splendor
Beyond the cash
Life in a confusing blender.
The world, field of Sinfluencing energy
Floor like Lava causing one to stumble
Every grief and sorrow in hindsight
Was the gift of a spiritual dumbbell.
We got spiritual muscles
As my stubborn heart tussels,
Like we're born out of Immortal Fire,
Against the swarming Viper Russells.
Resisting infiltrating Propaganda
Mass Media Controlling Mass,
Won't co-conspire with the Big Machine,
I'm the one to shoot heads and never pass.
Don't test pure intention,
An astronomical bribe never mention!
I'll use this big bazooka against you,
Your corruption will birth multiples of tension.
We are honed into toughness,
Honed into creative cannon and gun;
When ONE autonomous Winfluencer birthed,
Billions of Sinfluencers run.
