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Tired... too many conscience calls

It may sound absurd...but don’t be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed...but won’t you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
- OST Superman


Naivete. I am a bit sad today. Work is work is work.
I was having lunch when big boss came over. He asked me about how I was doing in life (not work).
So I told him that I am looking forward to do some trading. He asked me lots of stuff. I was even able to explain derivative and futures. Now he got excited. Then I told him about a few friends who have gotten into investment banking leaving their research mid-way. So he asked me where all have these people gone. I told him about the supposed dreamy creamy cushy jobs. He was like.. ahh and what do these people get paid. So I told him a figure which was some 20K higher than what I was told, just to impress him. He was like... bas! ... I was on the backfoot. I told him about zilch work experience and no idea of what they were going to do. I told him that I thought it was a nice salary. So he tells me that if you (that is me) does the same job in the company I am in, in the USA office.. I would be getting something like 80K. I was floored. I never knew I was worth that much. Anyway as long as I do not get that much, what's the point.
And then he went and asked me if they were comp sci majors. I said yes. He said whether they were into modeling and research. I said yes. Then he waved his hand and waxed eloquent about how they are not paid enough.
This from a guy who had not put up a fit in past one year. A person who knows much much more about my work. The fastest growing manager in my company. Tremendous guy with exceptional technical and managerial skills. Best part is his IITK lingo which comes on when I am in his company. And then his master stroke. Are you planning on moving on?
He is kind of a hero for me.
Anywayz that was that.
Yesterday was an experience that was repeated after a long time. It is a tad surprising that somebody who is lost himself should be approached for directions, though deep down I suspect that the gnawing need to be heard supersedes all logic. Listen I do, very patiently, throwing in my two cents worth.I am prone to reasonable bouts of sanity too. Hehe.

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