Go and get a job! Go and get a girlfriend! Go and get a life!It is Saturday night and I am lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for some kind of miracle to come and save my life. My resumé was excellent, being near the top of my class for most of my student life. I knew that and so did everyone else, but the reason for my unemployed was a lack of real life experience. While my classmates and friends interned at research labs and marketing companies, I spent my summers in the Indian FA Coaching Classes. I am a licensed coach who no one wants to hire. The i-League has no coach slots empty, and every Indian league other than that have no need for coaches - just friends who play together and want to somehow make it to the i-League. Oh, and the voice you heard earlier, that was my grandmother, who has been forced to sell her stitched tablecloths and napkins to support me. Yes, you heard that right - I am a 25-year old, unemployed man, with FA Coaching Badges, leeching off my 80-year old grandmother.
On January 1st 2010, I made a decision to stop crying myself to sleep every night and do something meaningful with my life. I got a job at McDonalds, but that didn't add any money to my wallet, but instead, added fat to my stomach. I've had enough McChicken Maharajas to last me a lifetime. I quit and started crying myself to sleep again.
On January 1st 2011, I made a decision to stop crying myself to sleep every afternoon and night, and do something worthwhile in my life. I started collecting money - one rupee at a time. I am not proud of it, but I stole a few coins here and there from my grandmother's purse just to keep that box anything but empty.
Today, on January 1st, 2012, I stand, making another decision - to crack open that box, now filled with more notes than coins, wanting to go abroad. After forcing my younger cousin, who lives and studies in Belgium, to give me his supervisor's number, I managed to persuade him to give me a chance to complete my studies in their university part-time. My academic performances meant they couldn't reject my application. I am back to being a student! The crying three times a day will now stop, maybe.
While I was in Belgium, I started making calls and there was actually a shortage of managers in the lower leagues all over the continent. Everywhere from Norway to England to Albania, everyone wanted managers who wanted to learn. All I needed now was for someone to return my calls.