A world beyond!
Yesterday reminded me once again about the world beyond where once I used to belong!
For our general knowledge, we used to study a lot about Red Cross, Red Crescent, Rescue Committee, United Nations, and all those International NGOs having no literal regard for what really they are.
Because those International adventure certainly felt like almost unworldly, another universe which is beyond my grasp at that time.
The general knowledge always resolved around the Headquarters or the president, or when the NGO had formed, sometimes a little background history.
I remember confusing the timing between Coffee Anan with Ban Ki Moon and was often scolded by the teacher; while wondering what on bleeding earth good this knowledge will do in my life!
Never in my wildest imagination I had thought I would end up working with the International-NGOs!
Humanitarian crisis worker.
As I said before, our job as "Humanitarian crisis workers" is not JUST any job. It requires many times "extra" of everything than a normal job, which indeed will have to come from within oneself, not by feeling forced.
Extra energy.
Additional efforts.
More attention.
And of course, having no regard for time!
And along with our usual skill, competency, and all. With that professional requirement, we also need an unforeseen amount of mindset adjustment.
That was my first time facing a refugee crisis while I just turned into a professional.
The sudden, massive, influx of forcefully displaced people entering our country, almost without an alarm or moment to be prepared.
Abrupt turn after Graduation
That was the time when I had only graduated and was in the middle of my internship.
Needless to say, it is a crucial time for every university graduate.
Suddenly feeling like becoming groundless, sinking in a vague, numbing, black hole, loitering in bewilderment of "what to do now!?"
And it weighs down more when you are aspired to do something different, you desire to use your unusual skills, competence, or knowledge somewhere relevant and not in a cliche, boring choice.
Also, as happens with Asian parents, they will try to grow you like a poultry-chicken all your life.
Then forthwith graduation, suddenly you become the breadwinner of the family, regardless of their Gender I tell you (especially if you are the eldest one, I absolutely feel you folks)!
Anyway, so I practically was hoovering into the corner of my room, pretending to be invisible while struggling to find a job. Salary doesn't matter, opportunities either or anything. I was in all desperation of leaving the unbearable atmosphere of home.
To make it worse, most of my batch mates had already started with something here and there.
But damnation to my everlasting preference, I can comprise with salary, designation, environmental... almost anything that is materialistically alluring from a job.
In return?
I desired one sole thing, that no matter what, the job cannot be boring.
Confronting a Refugee crisis
And the crisis during that time was much more massive than ever before which is not very nice news for anyone.
Yet, I consider myself immensely fortunate to be able to experience such an event that is almost considered a once in a lifetime.
Needless to say, I have always been an unusual person amidst my flock and I even do not mind being labeled as an anomaly!
Well, they say according to quantum physics, your sole desires are connected with a natural force that attracts the compatibilities towards each other, possibilities blend and make it visible, from desires to factual reality.
At least I believe it with my life. Most of what my only groundless fascination, which should never be in my grasp to begin with, I attained it all to the point that my own desired accomplishment started to baffled me!
As if I have accomplished so much in so little time, that now I don’t know what more could want at that time, didn’t planned fast enough.
However, I left that dream a couple of years back, to plan and organize myself for the bigger dream that I knitted while I staged the last play of my previous bucket list!
Yet, as lost as I am, have been yearning to go back once again from this unbearable corporate life where I never did nor will ever belong!
