Suited Booted and no where to go ...

Back in ISB , folks used to think a lot about the jobs they wanted... Everybody had their wants and want nots from their careers. Some were crystal clear on the industries they wanted to be in , some on the roles they wanted to get in and some had obscene amounts of moolah their greedy minds ... As for me , I wasnt too sure as to what I wanted from my job... but there was one criteria I had ... I wanted a job where I could wear a suit to office ... My friends used to make fun of it a lot , but I had my reasons ...
See when you wear a suit to work , it inherently implies a lot of things.
For starters ,it means that you arnt doing too bad on the money front coz how else could you afford a suit (its costs a bloody fortune to dryclean them).
People dont care what you say.. They always assume its something smart .. Coz hey you dont get to wear a suit if you aint smart..
They also assume you are quite dedicated and dependable ... After all its the middle of the monsoon and you are wearing clothing originally designed for gentlmen in North West Europe ... It could either mean that you are committed or mentally retarted ... And you cant be mentally retarted coz retards dont wear suits...
All in all a suit job = a good job ... That was my theory and I was quite convinced by it ... So much so that I quit my cushy job and moved to Mumbai...
My first few days have been quite nice ... G keeps telling me that sooner or later reality will hit me and I would wonder what I have gotten myself into ....Hasnt happened in the last 26 years , dont see why it would any time soon ...
I was quite excited about my first day at work .. and not just coz I was wearing a suit ...The omens were all good ... I joined on the 7th of august 2006 which is 786 ...Remember the lucky number Amitabh carried around in coolie which ulimately got him shot by his own lil brother... Also my joining day saw the worst rains in Mumbai this season ... The Managing Partner of the firm said its lucky to arrive when it rains ... I suspect the idea is better suited for farm hands in arid rural India ... What the hell ... farm hand , Consultant ... big diff ... We all shovel shit at the end of the day ..
The people are quite nice ... I report to a CXO , so I guess I will have to start taking the boss figure in my life a lil seriously ... My previous bosses were O.K , but the moment I found that they did not have the authority to fire me , I kinda lost respect for them ... Well this guy can fire me , so I better be careful...
Met the partners of the firm ... Doesnt it sound cool "Partner of the firm" ... Personally I would like the designation "His worshipful dictator for life king and emperor of all that is dead and alive" ... But I guess that wont happen ... I can live with Partner...
One of these partners tried to explain me the challenges of managing growth through Thought Leadership as opposed to growth through operational efficiency... I gave him my 'I understand every word you say and share your thoughts on live the universe and everything'... After that my boss explained my highly critical , totally pivotal, very important role in the firm ... I gave him the nod again ... I asked him where the pantry was ... He said Down the hall and left ... Finally I understood something ...
All in all its been good going so far ... I do miss Hyd ... I miss waking up at 10 and reaching office at 10:45 ... I miss the wide open roads... I miss not wasting 10% of my day travelling ... and I definitely miss the Biryani ... But then I guess all thats a small price to pay for getting to wear a Suit

PS: I was told that I only have to wear suits for client engagements ... Darn ..