Slave

“I worked there, there, and there; ha ha ha … since the age of 14, I have been working … I worked for others and then I thought for how long? I can’t be a slave for life. Eventually I started my own setup and finally…I am here.”

It was my 3^rd day at the newly founded Ad Agency/Production House (It was also agency’s 3^rd day as far as I can remember) and I was having that conversation with the CEO. After listening to what he said, I added with happiness:

“That’s a very good decision.”

“Okay you can’t wear Shalwar Kameez in this office.” CEO pointed out. (Then, it was just the two of US in the office and the third colleague was on his way. In total ... 3).

“I’m not.” I replied with a smile with happiness gone.

“You were in them yesterday.” He reminded me.

Because it was Friday. It’s a casual day … usually.” I added and was not expecting to justify wearing Shalwar Kameez on any day.

“Multinational Companies don’t allow those in my experience.” CEO got serious.

“This is not my first job, and I have been there; it’s not an issue.” I also got serious.

“It is … here!” Was the response.

“Fine … I thought you don’t want to be a slave for life. Hope you get rid of it.” I smiled and walked away and then I heard:

“I Pray we go along, Welcome onboard!” I did not look at the CEO when he said that but I sensed his smile.

P.S. I hardly worked there for a month and; the 1^st paragraph of this post is what the CEO replied to the question:

“What is your Professional Education?”