Seven years since I set SAIL

There are some moments that sink in our minds through the chinks of time. Some words, some lessons that make way through the labyrinths of our sub-conscious, and lie embedded deep somewhere. It is only when we are shaken from our day-to-day reveries, by a long-forgotten fragrance...or a nostalgic song...or a blurred sense of déjà-vu that we get to sneak a peek into our own minds. One such occasion for me was visiting the steel plants of Bokaro and Durgapur, years after I first saw them.


 I was among the five new Junior Managers (Communication) who landed in Durgapur way back in 2006. Even before we had officially joined the company, we jested about our choice of joining SAIL. Usually, in the career graphs of people, an ascent is marked by migration to a more developed place. And there we were – five fresh graduates from the Indian Institute of Mass Communication in Delhi, with ambitious plans and high dreams, travelling from the mega capital of India to some place people learnt about in geography classes, to start our jobs! To make matters weirder, we had known about the plant-placements even before we sat for the interview. And when we did clear it, we had actually signed the offer document, come down to one of the steel plants, and were about to join a P-S-U. Phew!

That was our first rendezvous with reality. A gentle prick on the bubble of delusion, a slight grounding of the flight of youthful vanity. A formidable learning process was set into motion. Five young people had embarked on a journey of life that was going to test the strength of their character, the integrity of their action, and the acme of their responsibility. It was going to be a test of attitude. A test, no longer taken with pen and paper, but evaluated by approach and performance.

And so we began with our induction training at Durgapur. The first and most noticeable feature of that place is its sultry weather. After the dry and unrelenting summers of Delhi, Durgapur was an oppressive under-water experience. The town is sooo humid that fish can happily swim in the air. Almost immediately after entering Durgapur, our organic problems began. We could almost hear our skin, hair, and innards revolting against the weather. That was our first lesson in naukri – the world is not obliged to fulfil your dreams since it was here first. A year later in Bokaro, this lesson was wryly articulated by a fellow colleague in Bhojpuri: ‘Naukri naa karin...aa karin ta naa, naa karin’. However, we were soon to discover that weather would be the least painful thing which we were going to adjust to. Durgapur’s evenings, however, provided the much needed succour to our souls. In the summer evenings of Delhi, while hot loo mingled with pollution blows mercilessly and continues till midnight, Durgapur is visited by cool and crisp breeze. Top it up with good quality and utterly inexpensive sweets (in Delhi, the dead flies on sweets would cost more), and Durgapur becomes a feast for the senses. Thanks to mishti doi, sandesh, gud ka rashogolla, and generous punctuations to our evening saunter, I gained some typical Bengali pudginess. Back in Delhi, people always confused me for a Bengali (big eyes and round face they’d say). In Durgapur, guys assumed that I was a Punjabi! And as usual, when I tried convincing them that I am actually a Bihari (yes! Biharis aren’t aliens!), I was greeted by that hackneyed response, “oh! But you don’t look like a Bihari!”. Again, no one bothered to explain what exactly a Bihari looks like.

Social and psychological issues apart, what ripped through my illusion about SAIL, like hot knife through butter, was the induction training programme at the Durgapur Steel Plant. The grandeur of mammoth iron structures, unimaginable plenitude of machines, complex integration of manufacturing units, and fearlessness of plant workers...silenced the clown in me. I was struck with awe. Even today, I can vividly recall our team’s visit to the Blast Furnace with Mr P Shaw, our training guru in DSP (who I’ll always remember for his smiling patience with just-out-of-college kids), where we met a man who showed us around the unit. Seeing hot iron with naked eyes from a distance that can bake is something that someone who has only seen the pictures of hot metal will never know. This gentleman, for whom it must have been the nth time of training new entrants, was far more enthused than any of us (there’s little scope for enthusiasm when you’re mortally scared). He explained the process from all possible frightening angles. As though gauging our curiosity regarding his missing hand, he remarked brightly that he had lost it in an accident involving hot metal tapping. And then, he grinned.

That one incident stirred something very deep in me. Something quiet and untested. Something, that in a strange inexplicable way, altered my perception forever.

During plant-visits, the science and logic in steel-making fascinated me. Had they taught us in the same manner at school, I’d never have to learn those figures and reactions by rote. I might even have considered studying engineering. I had to admit, it was all very very interesting. I absorbed the training capsule with keen interest, studied steel-making process with an insatiable appetite and boy! I loved it! Life had turned from a drama to a thriller. Soon, we started discovering little joys in our new life. Like our medical examination in Durgapur hospital. With boys being tested for hernia and girls for pregnancy, we were left in hysterical fits of laughter, which only seem to grow with collective recall. Other minor incidents, like someone falling asleep in the middle of a training session (on the trainer’s desk) and playing practical jokes with hostel-mates (such as tying a frog/grasshopper with thread and leaving it loose on a sleeping colleague) became sources of major fun. Training at Durgapur came to a sweet end and achieved the purpose of getting us warmed up to SAIL.

Having been earmarked for Public Relations Deptt of Bokaro Steel Plant from the beginning, I ventured forth into Bokaro. A place I would soon fall in love with. Even though Bokaro was, is, my birth-place, I had only a faint recollection of the town. For all its shades and colours, which only its residents will understand, the Bokaro sojourn began on a hilarious note. With zero public transport, puzzled looks on the face of onlookers, and a volley of questions concerning my private life, the only remedy was to laugh back and enjoy the craziness. Thankfully, the Bengali sweets accompanied me here too. It took me some time to learn the tricks of the trade in life at Bokaro. Such as, how to type in Hindi, how to make oneself accepted as a normal human being despite coming from Delhi, how to make people believe that girls can actually speak their minds, how to judge a prospective intrusive question and cut it short before it began, how to get work done by assimilating yourself as one of them...et al. The on-the-job challenge that I faced in Bokaro, especially in man-management, is the greatest learning I believe I have realised in SAIL.

With Bokaro friends on our road trip to Maithan
After working hours, life in Bokaro was a ball. With endless birthday parties of hostel friends minus the energy sapping life of a metro, with free township facilities and greenery to enthral the senses, Bokaro Steel City became more enjoyable than Delhi had ever been. Seven years down the line, now at Delhi Corporate Office, when my heart craves for Bokaro’s peace and its people’s gaiety, when I look through the window of my life and beg for Bokaro’s rain, when the mere idea of plant-visit lights up a warm and silvery glow, I wonder how time plays its part in modifying our understanding and fine-tuning our judgement. Bokaro was a feast I devoured. It had its share of bitterness and spice, but in spite of that (or maybe because of that); it had all the ingredients of a unique and lingering taste.
The gang of girls at a New Year party
Workers darkened by coal and dust, engineers pensive with production targets, machines churning out ribbons of red-hot steel, ingots pressed like cutlet between gargantuan burgers, wheels polished till it hurt the eyes, iron slabs flattened till imagination’s extent, employees with a chum-like camaraderie and a companionship-like connect, townships with verdant decor, friends and mentors who helped me grow as an individual and a professional...these, and a myriad more, are the images of SAIL that I carry in my heart and soul today.

What I thought to be an error of judgement, has so far served as the most humbling learning experience of my life. I alone know how much I owe to SAIL.


Comments

  1. Extremely well written. The scenes play out so very vividly that one gets the feeling of deja vu.
    A few phrases hold you by the scruff of your soul and shake you.....
    Yeh dil mange more....
    Ramen

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  2. वाकई बेहतरीन। मन खुश हो गया पढ़कर। तुम्हारी प्रतिभा को देख कर लगता था कि सोनल सेल में अब तक क्यूँ है? अब समझ आया। SAIL से जुड़ी यादों को कितने प्यारे तरीके से पुनर्जीवित किया है तुमने।

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  3. There is a little bit of SAIL in everybody's life... hehe!!:)

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  4. 'What I thought to be an error of judgement, has so far served as the most humbling learning experience of my life'-I guess this SORT of epitomizes your growth..to take in work experiences and give something back to SAIL..to actually acknowledge what SAIL has given to you, meant to you is huge!!!
    wonderfully written,golu!!! :)

    this also serves as a pointer with respect to how much you have grown as a writer..
    (not that i saw something lacking,but i am just a layman,not an expert)
    no point making fun of me being a mallu and being very well grounded in english..i dont possess this gift of writing.. ;)

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  5. Well written. Being an Ex Sail Management trainee, Ur writing refreshed my memory of Bokaro and Durgapur especially "Rosogullas" Thanx

    Ravi

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  6. YES Durgapur!I love durgapur !!

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  7. You are a very good writer. Congrats! I too am from BKSC and cherish all those wonderful memories.

    Ashish Srivastava

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  8. Thank you all so much. I'm waiting for the first opportunity to visit Bokaro again!

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  9. very few people I know who so would go so far to eulogise their organisation( i am definitely not one of them :))by the way, coincidently, I, too, have confronted so many xenophobic Biharis! couldn't do much but smile...

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    1. I certainly did not mean to eulogize my organisation. It was only a heart felt account of some beautiful moments I spent here. The bitter moments have their fair share too. Maybe for some other time.

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  10. Nicely composed. Life teaches a lot. It made me remeber my joining SAIL in BSP as MTT. I used to carry a postcard daily. Would scribble down what I saw on the card and would post it when I went back to teh hostel. A sparrow on a half finished lunch tray in a canteen, pecking bits of food. The sight of a series of wagons pushed by the storm and moving eerily down the track. The pungent smell of Coke Ovens, orange fog lights mixed with steam, vapour and gasses hissing like a Ramsay horror movie.There was no Facebook, Orkut or blog then. So all these were part of series of postcards I used to write everyday. Thanks for reminding me 1993.

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  11. Madam, please write about the life of a MT fresher in SAIL ....blog or sth like that..

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  12. I laughed my ass off ...on the fish line .....hahahahhahahaha...too funny ...nice one ...I am going to join sail this year as mmt mechanical

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    1. How has your last year been? And if you went to Durgapur, you'd understand what humidity really means. Provided you are not from a coastal state already!

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  13. Wonderful post, nicely composed! Love reading it...

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    1. Thank you. The author's purpose is fulfilled if the reader snatches a few moments of laughter/ empathy/ happiness/ relaxation/ inspiration...and everything positive.

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  14. Your write-up took my enthu to another level..... Cant wait to join BSL ..... Beautifully crafted and elegantly decorated .... Kudos!!!

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    1. Thank you. Places have unique ways of treating different people. Do tell us how have you fared so far...

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  15. Mesmerized reading it !! You are a writer Sonal !!

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  16. Got to see your log by sheer luck and I must thank my stars. I was also working at SAIL Durgapur from 1999-2002. Have many pleasant memories of that place. You may read my post on Durgapur http://kamaljitmedhi.blogspot.in/2013/10/down-memory-lanes-of-durgapur.html

    Best wishes
    Kamaljit Medhi

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    1. Thank you Kamaljit. Great that you could relate to the write up. Thanks for sharing your experience, will surely go through it!

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  18. Sonal, loved your story.. Loved it more when the moments of joy, sharing n togetherness flashed again from the memory lanes. Beautiful days. Will share your story with all in the pics that you have shared and all of our batchmates. Feeling awesome that you shared these pics. Keep writing dear.
    Sharmistha.

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  19. Beautiful write-up..👌👍
    Feeling more and more proud of SAIL being a part of it.... Although retired in June, 2021 but could refresh my memories of 29 years 10 months reading your beautiful write-up with your beautiful experience with beautiful handsome smart energetic colleagues. Wishing you all the best for a very very bright career ahead 😍👍

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