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Správka was the most Soviet thing ever known to man.A Správka (“certificate”, “letter of confirmation”, “transcript from file”) was usually an A4/A5 piece of paper with a voluminous letterhead, a signature and round rubberstamp conveying a piece of information about an individual. Our Imperial bureaucracy invented it in the 19th century. Soviet rule made správkas an everyday feature.In the USSR, for an individual, almost nothing in their contacts with the State could happen without a painstaking process of collecting, transporting and delivering správkas.Why?When the process of building Socialism—and later Communism—started, our State inserted itself in as many human interactions as possible. What formerly had been managed through buying, selling and shaking hands, forever became the domain of bureaucratic supervision.Soviet rule had to deal with a very flawed, undisciplined, unreliable populace. It couldn’t possibly trust us on our word. To be on the safe side, Soviet bureaucrats wanted other bureaucrats to confirm in writing that we were not lying.When I was little, my family lived in a small apartment rented in a big housing block. The industrial plant where my dad worked owned it on paper, but the building was serviced by a local municipality office. (This is what our block looks like now. Our podyézd is the right behind the street lighting post in the center. The block was a standard issue in Moscow built in the mid-1960s.)One day a pipe busted in our home. The municipal office sent a plumber who cut off the water for the entire podyézd (“stairwell from the bottom to top of the block with all apartment accessed from it”). In order to fix it all, the plumber needed a thingie that they didn’t have. But he considered clerical work above his pay grade, which meant it was someone else’s job, someone who didn’t know how to fix plumbing emergencies.Which is why the course of action was the following:The plumber went back to the municipal office and told the office lady about the emergency.Next day, the office lady made an entry into their log concerning our apartment block.My dad had to take time off work for a couple of hours (the municipal office was open only during daytime) and personally deliver a zayavlénye (“application”) for a správka about the emergency.The office lady typed the správka the same day. But it had to be signed by her boss who was away from the office that day.Next day, my dad had to take another couple of hours free from work. He came back very happy with the správka, signed and stamped.The plant unit that sat on the thingie was fortunately around the corner from the place where he worked. But hold on: the warehouse where the thingie was stored, happened to be on the other side of the town. Therefore, my dad received a správka no. 2 that he took with him to the warehouse. (It was too late to go there right away, so he did it the next day).A day later, he brought the thingie to the municipality office, but the plumber was busy putting things in order somewhere else.The next day the plumber fixed the thingie to where it belonged. Finally, the whole podyézd was able to wash our faces and relieve ourselves in the comfort of our bathrooms.As you can see, it took two správkas and five days to bring our lives back to normality—and we were lucky there were only two and five.Below, a satirical cartoon from 1974. A man shows up very well-prepared in front of a “typical” Soviet bureaucrat. He has a multitude of správkas ready to deploy for every turn in facing the system, the way lawyers do at the court of justice. He says: “Do you think I’m all set now?”

Image Source: http://sd.keepcalm-o-matic.co.uk/i/keep-calm-trust-me-i-am-a-mechanical-engineer.pngWell this is one of those I personally would love to answer! I hope you bear with me through the length of this answer! :)Engineering is the application of mathematics, empirical evidence and scientific , social, and practical knowledge in order to invent, innovate, design, build, maintain, research, and improve structures, machines, tools, systems, components, materials, and processes.That's how Wikipedia defines engineering.In general, an engineer is someone who is technically sound enough to tell you the mechanics behind the working of any machine, could tell you the application of physics, chemistry, biology, and engineering principles in order to carry out chemical processes on a commercial scale, or could even develop, design, and test a software based on his professional engineering skills.As your question says there are more than around 5.5k Engineering colleges in India (and the number is certainly on a set on a path of ascent), one can very well ponder where the hell do all these engineers end up considering the meager figures of employment in public and private sectors in India and the ever increasing number of underemployed or unemployed engineering graduates in India.I myself graduated from a not so reputed yet a good private engineering college from North Karnataka in the year 2013. Being a mechanical engineer with a decent aggregate of 68% things seemed to appear very cool at that instance. I had attended 4-5 campus recruitment drives during the last year of my college but never had the will nor desire to get into any of these companies. I still remember sitting before the interviewer during my final round of technical interview of Tata Consultancy Services (TCS, the much hyped recruitment drive during my time)Interviewer: (After asking few basic technical questions) So, are you ready to work with TCS staying away from your family?Me: (Feeling excited) Sure Sir! I have been thinking of doing exactly the same for a while now!Interviewer: (Looking puzzled) For a while? How long?Me: Maybe a month Sir!Interviewer: Oh, that's nice to hear! Any specific reason?Me: (With a confident looking face) I want to be independent Sir! Doing things all on my own; earning, spending and saving money all by myself. The whole idea seems to be a perfect starter for my career if I get into your company.Interviewer: Well then, it was really nice talking to you. Hoping to see you again soon!We shook each others' hands and off I was, trying hard to hide the little grin on my face. Confidently I strolled outside the hall and went straight to my gang and sat down on the staircase which was already occupied by my friends keeping my file full of my certificates aside.The next round was the HR round. I could see groups from different branches with anxious faces, waiting eagerly for their turn to be called for the next round, frequently looking upon their wrist watches, in between wiping their faces. Our's was the most relaxed one, being the 'cool mechies' that we were. No one seemed to be bothered much (at least that was what I thought for most part of it). One by one everyone was being called for the next round, few coming out with widespread smiles and others with dejection clearly written on their faces. I kept waiting, continuously displaying the cool look (read fake) showing that I was least bothered of the outcome. As the number of people kept decreasing in the waiting area, I could feel a slow stimulation of cold creeping in through my senses, like someone down there was screaming loud on the top of his voice "You're not gonna make it!!" Though I was quick to sideline that inner voice the time had finally come. I was one of the few last left in the lot. I soon realized that I was indeed left out of the final list, worse, I was not even called for the HR round.Fast forward the end of the last semester, after 3-4 more failed attempts at campus recruitment drives, the end was near. The most exciting time of my life (4 years) was about to get over. We were all busy with the submission of our project journals or giving final touches to it. Undeterred and undaunted with the recent failed attempts at getting placed I had already planned what I was going to do next. I had applied for the Indian Army to become an officer through the Technical Graduate Course for engineers. I had made up my mind that I will be serving my Mother Land. We all got graduated in the month of June, 2013 and the results were rolled out the following month. I managed a score of 74%. Finally an FCD (First class distinction) after a long period of 6 semesters. Everyone was quick to upload their FB statuses, whereas few were already busy packing bags to relocate to their new destinations. And there was I, waiting for my call letter for my SSB (Services Selection Board ) interview to make it to the elite organization of the Indian Defence forces. I finally got my call letter, the SSB interview was scheduled to be held in the first month of August in the city of Bengaluru. Pumped with great exhilaration and great hopes I started preparing for it. There was no stopping at all whatsoever. I could already imagine myself being an army officer riding an Army Bullet donning those black shaded aviators with golden frames.And then came the D -day! I packed my bags and left to Bengaluru a day earlier. I was supposed to report to the Bangalore City Junction Railway Station at 1400 hrs. Dressed in formals, with duly polished black shoes, I reached there quite early at around 12.30 PM. It was written in the call letter that a representative of the SSB will be present at the Movement Control Office (MCO) located at Platform No 1, near the out gate. To my surprise I could find no one else there but me. After eager waiting for few minutes I could see people coming in; wearing formals, carrying heavy bags heading towards where I stood. Another few anxious minutes and off we were to the Selection Center South in an army owned bus. We were given chest numbers shortly after our arrival after we were briefed by one of the Army officials about the dos and don'ts at the center during our stay. Ultimately, I made it to the second round of the selection process and got screened in. Nothing ever had made me feel so happy. I could sense my dreams finally coming true.I remember calling my parents, my girlfriend and few other friends that evening telling them about the same. I also remember, for the very first time my girl telling me how much she loved me saying I Love you over the phone in the most romantic way one could ever imagine giving me the much needed extra pump for the next rounds of the interview. I felt I finally had figured it out. I slept like a baby that night. We were supposed to be up by 4.30 AM the next morning. Overtly delighted, I was up by 4 AM. I got ready as soon as I could and joined the other candidates for the next round. If only I knew, following 4 days would turn out to be the most eventful days of my life (good and bad). At the end of the 5 days the results were out and I didn't make it. It was one of those rare sad moments of my life. I felt dejected like never before. But the good thing was I had gained a hell lot of confidence and was already preparing myself mentally for my next attempt, for which I had already applied. I came back home and waited for my next call letter and simultaneously started preparing for my next attempt. I even applied for two more engineering related competitive exams and hoped to start preparing for the same as well (which eventually never happened)I got my call letter for the next SSB interview which was scheduled in the month of October, 2013 at the Selection Center East in the city of Allahabad. Along side I also got my admit card for the exam that was being conducted by Engineers India Limited for recruitment of Graduate Engineering Trainees (GET) which was supposed to be held at Bengaluru. The exam too was scheduled in October. Unfortunately, I got screened out of the Allahabad SSB in the very first round and failed miserably in the EIL's exam.This was the time when I started feeling the heat. Most of my batch-mates had already joined their respective jobs at their respective locations. But the fighter that I considered myself I was, I was not yet ready to give up. I applied for a third round of SSB straightaway. My next SSB interview was scheduled in the last week of December, 2013 at The Selection Center Central, Bhopal. After revising my preparations a bit I left for Bhopal, feeling more hopeful this time. To my utter dismay, I got screened out again and was back to my hometown within just 5 days since my departure to Bhopal. I could feel the world falling apart right ahead of my eyes. I almost broke up with my girlfriend; had attained the lowest depths in my life. But something at the back of my mind reminded me that it was just 6 months since I had finished my Engineering. I frantically started applying for jobs online, uploading my updated resume on various online job portals. Though, I was not much interested in getting a core related engineering job as others desired. I thought it would be a great deal to get a job and keep preparing for SSB side by side. I did get a job finally at Tata Marcopolo Motors Limited located at Dharwad in North Karnataka in the month of January, 2014. I was recruited as a GET in the department of logistics.After just 2-3 weeks of work, deep down I realized something was wrong again. I just didn't like the work I was doing considering the fact that I myself had chosen a not-so-engineering kinda job. I so wanted to get into the Indian Army. Soon I quit my job just after a month of work and left to Delhi for a crash course training for SSB interview. It was my first time in the capital city; more than preparing I enjoyed myself roaming around, though I had gotten more serious towards my preparations than the earlier attempts. After the training ended my next SSB interview was scheduled in the month of April again in Bengaluru this time. On the very first day of my interview news of one of my close friends committing suicide back in my hometown reached me. I was shattered. I could never in my wildest of wild dreams imagine him committing suicide. Maybe something showed up in my body language the next day during the group discussion due to this and I ended up not impressing the psychologists who were supervising us and got screened out again!Meanwhile, I had also cleared Air-force Common Admission Test (AFCAT) during my short stint at Tata Marcopolo Motors Limited and had been shortlisted for the AFSB (Air-force Selection Board) interview at Mysuru which was scheduled to be held in the month of May, 2014. I started to see this as my last chance at seeking salvation from my never ending endeavor of getting into the armed forces. I made it through the first round of my AFSB (5th SSB interview) but unfortunately couldn't perform well and failed to make it to the final list. Only 2 candidates out of the 450 from the first round were recommended. All hope seemed lost for me. I had to travel to Bengaluru the same day after getting out for my next SSB that was slated during the first week of June, 2014. Nothing revolutionary happened and I got screened out for 4th f***ing time!! I couldn't sleep even for a minute during my journey back home from Bengaluru. After my arrival, I stopped going out, stopped meeting my friends and did all those kinda things any other individual would have done after going through a tumultuous year of this intensity. I also realized I had grown fat.I just couldn't stop the negative current that flowed through my veins at that time. I was scared! My soul bruised! It felt like a curse had been cast upon me by no one else but me. It took me over a week's time to realize that I was done at trying at getting into the armed forces. I soon realized that it was time I started trusting my managerial skills and that an MBA degree would be a befitting post graduation degree to make the most of these skills. I soon started preparing for the Common Application Test (CAT) all by myself in the month of July, 2014. I borrowed some old IMS workbooks from one of my friends and did all that could be done for prepping myself to be part of any one of the elite B-Schools of India. With due course, I even applied for every other exam (XAT, SNAP, CMAT, MICAT etc) which could ultimately get me a seat in one of those B-schools. By the end of February 2015 I had most of my results of these exams with me; the most interesting part was that I had been astonishingly consistent with all my exams scoring exactly between 61-64 percentile. I was already dead by now! Only the formality of performing my last rites was left. I had no idea where my life was heading. It seemed every path I had set my foot on ultimately had a dead end almost all the time. At a time (18+ months post my graduation) when most of my batch-mates had completed more than a year's term at their respective offices, few were about to finish their post graduation and while others were either searching for new jobs or readying themselves to shift abroad, I stood right there where it all had started; still wondering what was needed to be done with my life.It was in the month of March last year when the same old inner voice spoke to me again. This time in a more practical manner. I then decided to finally go back to being an engineer! Within the next 4 days of my decision I left for Pune and got myself enrolled in a design software training institute. I enjoyed every bit of what I learnt there and finished the course in less than 40 days.Fast forward Today....After more than 2.5 years post my graduation, 6 failed attempts at SSB, more than 10 failed attempts at MBA entrance exams, at least 5-6 attempts at various competitive exams and a failed relationship, I am back in my hometown and for the last 8 months have been working in a core mechanical industry in the field of hydraulics and following are few of the things I have done (read achieved) during this time:Was recruited for a project which involved a lot of R&D. Though initially quite apprehensive of being a part of an R&D project, I have now given it all that I could.Have successfully handled the project that of an Austrian company partnered with an Indian Firm which deals with the creation of Renewable Energy.Successfully researched, designed and developed a hydraulically operated feeder system which acts as an engine for a Power Plant of 1.2 MW capacity that uses MSW (Municipal solid waste) or waste wood-chips to create energy.Apart from designing, I have also been closely working on the manufacturing of the feeder system.Procured all the raw materials for the manufacturing process.Prepared the Quality assurance Plan for the system.During the project I have also been an external guide for an M.Tech student pursuing his post graduation in design engineering while he interned at our company.Also, have successfully conducted the trials for the system.Last but not the least, it gives me immense pleasure and invokes great amount of pride to be Making in India and working with such wonderful people around who care for the future of our natural resources and have successfully developed a Power Plant that literally creates energy from nothing.Life is a bitch someone once said to me, but only if you allow it to be. For me life has been wonderful with its share of the sheer ups and downs. Its now a pursuit for me to regain all that has been lost. I have no idea what life has in store for me tomorrow, but all that I know is that I am ready for it. I would have loved to list down here the lessons learnt from my past experiences but I will let that part go. Its not about what went wrong or what went right, its all about holding your ground and and not giving up. But one thing I would personally like to recommend which applies not only to the engineers but every single individual out there reading this; whatever you do, give it your heart and soul and don't let your efforts fall short. Apart from this as they say life's one hell of a roller coaster ride; its all bout enjoying all those twists and turns and facing the challenges bravely which life throws at you. Keep smiling always! Cheers to you! Cheers to life! And always remember...Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.- The Shawshank RedemptionAnd for me it's like 'Abhi toh party shuru huyi hai....' ;)

Because not being literate and competent in your first language (I’m assuming you’re an English speaker, my apologies if you’re not) leaves you at a disadvantage in life. It’s been a few years since I read anything on literacy rates, but the last time I did the figures were horrifying. 50% of American adults are not functionally literate. That means they don’t read and write well enough to manage daily tasks including many employment requirements. In Australia (my home country) the stats aren’t much better. In five of our seven states, 40% of adults are functionally illiterate, while in Tasmania and the Northern Territory the figure is 50%.My father was in full time work at age 12. This was the early 50s. He was never out of work and rose to the position of 2IC (second in charge) of the Works Dept. of a Melbourne municipality (our third tier of government), so leaving school early didn’t prevent him from succeeding in life. However, by the time I was 14 I was helping him with any reports he needed to write and before too much longer, I was reading and helping decode the various sorts of letters and information that adults deal with, because he wasn’t confident that he was understanding things correctly.There is such a strong focus on English in schools, because the skills it seeks to impart are intended to ensure you can deal with all the administration you’ll encounter in life. You might never again analyse a novel and write an essay on it, but the chances of needing to write a coherent piece of prose that’s several hundred words long is pretty high. You might need to write reports, and come up with solutions to problems and make an argument for why your solutions or ideas are the ones your boss should choose. You will encounter a lot of news and information in life, and the goal of English teachers everywhere is to equip you to engage with it critically rather than just believe everything you hear. We want you to see when you’re being manipulated by emotional ploys as opposed to being provided with facts, figures and actual proof. We want you to be able to write CVs and cover letters for job applications. We want you to be able to read and understand your employment contracts and decode utility bills.People today don’t have the same opportunities my dad did. He started out as a labourer. As a young adult he drove snow ploughs clearing roads near mountains in Canberra. He worked constructing roads for a long term before being employed by a local council. And then he worked his way up from road crew to management based on experience. He had to take a basic Maths class when I was a teenager but that’s all the extra education he was required to pursue. The chances of young people today finding career success with the same pathway as my dad is incredibly rare.Literacy is very closely connected to opportunity in life and access to quality employment; illiteracy correlates with poverty, poorer health outcomes and general disadvantage. This is why there is such a focus on English; it’s the bedrock upon which your future is built.