My first job was in a local grocery shop down the alley in the neighbourhood we lived in. That was not a job I chose to do. It was what circumstances demanded. Till then, my father was supporting our family alone. Over the years, living costs went up, but income didn’t! At one point, Baba’s earnings were barely enough to cover our utilities. One evening, an argument broke out at home because Baba didn’t have money to pay for our house rent. The next morning, I walked around the neighbourhood, seeking a job; any job.
After looking around in a few shops, I secured a job in that grocery store – My first job. It wasn’t a pleasant experience. The owner would use slangs every now and then to keep me on my toes. He’s questioned my honesty more than once; he was under the impression that I was stealing. But at the end of the day, the satisfaction of easing the family’s financial crisis outweighed the insults, to be honest.
In the year 2000, I finally decided to take up something new. I started learning about tailoring from the Master here. He is unbelievably patient! He took his time to groom me. My skills are his gift to me. I’ve been working here under him for almost 7 years now.
– A Proud Maker