Integrity Honesty and Truth of Life
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Ongoing, First published Jun 18, 2018
Last week, an email from Ganesh surprised me. It was almost after a decade, he tried to contact me. After an exchange of 7-8 emails within 12 hours, we finalized a day, time and place for our meeting in Mumbai during his visit to India. He had been working in San Francisco with one of the top-10 Software Development organizations as a Senior Project Manager, drawing a handsome salary of 350,000 USD per annum. My thoughts wandered to the time we had spent together, the dreams we shared and the career paths we took to reach our current destinations. 
I clearly remember it was a Sunday afternoon when he walked into my Executive Hostel Room accompanied by our Hostel Manager. He became our 3rd roommate. A casual interaction over the cup of coffee revealed that Ganesh had completed Masters in Computer Applications (MCA) from Chennai University and wanted to pursue a course in SAP ABAP to secure a good job. He would often be seen in the Computer Labs, practicing his learning's of the day. After a training and practice of SIX months, he felt confident enough to apply for entry-level jobs in SAP ABAP Technology; however, even after a period of 30 days, he didn't receive any interview call. 

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