Aditya Birla Group is one of the biggest companies in the world and it would not be a far-fetched notion to assume that it has some role in every one of our lives. I personally feel that Aditya Birla Group has played an extremely important role in my life.
The act of gifting is traditionally ingrained within us right from our childhood. I still remember during my uncle’s wedding; gifts wrapped in colourful cellophane being exchanged between the bride and groom’s families. We may have moved on to the digital age now, and the gifts may have changed from being physical to being digital, but the act of gifting is still very much alive.
When I first secured a job with Tech Mahindra, I made sure to gift my close relatives with something of value; and I decided on gifting everyone with apparel. And with Aditya Birla’s varied range of options to choose from, I decided to look no further. From hip and trendy clothes from Planet Fashion for my cousins to the trendy T-shirts in Van Heusen, I had a hard time choosing between several personal favourites. It is the joy of giving that fills the heart. I believe that price doesn’t matter, it is the thought that really counts. I gifted my father an Allen Solly shirt. The smile that I received that day was worth more than anything that money could buy. Same goes for my mother whom I gifted a Kurta and Ethnic wear. Gifting my parents, no matter how insignificant the gift, really makes me happy from within.
Aditya Birla Group has always brought smiles on their customers’ faces with their sheer dedication and pursuit of consumer satisfaction. I am a fan first, consumer later!
Hope, the answer to all our problems
For the one hundredth time today, I felt like killing myself. The sounds were too much to bear, it was driving me insane. I clenched my fists and grinded my teeth, desperate to combat the fight or flight mode that my body was getting into. Nothing. Sheer and utter failure.
Misophonia or in simpler terms, selective sound sensitivity is an extremely rare condition wherein the individual gets irritated, to the point of desperation, listening to certain periodic sounds. I had already done my research on how to combat this affliction; from Cognitive Behavioural Therapy to earplugs to meditation to Ayurveda and other ancient medicinal treatments, I left no stone unturned. But at the end of the day, they did not help fully, albeit controlling the symptoms to a level. But surprisingly enough, Misophonia helped me make friends from a multitude of countries; I became part of a Facebook group where people like myself religiously discussed our situations and issues on a daily basis. For the first time in life, I turned a disadvantage into an advantage.
Every time I lost hope, I turned to my parents who told me to keep fighting, to never give up. “If you win, very good, if not, you know you tried”, these simple words by my father made me keep on fighting.
Earplugs ruined most of the competitive examinations that I appeared for. I was not allowed to use them and the continuous inflow of murmurs from anxious test takers beside me made me cry, almost. I understood the blunder of cutting out the ambient sounds during preparations and suddenly allowing the same to creep in through my ears during examinations. Insomnia, anxiety and depression became my best friends. Now I can completely relate to anyone who says they keep tossing on the bed waiting for sweet sweet sleep to arrive. I remained optimistic though, remembering my father’s advice, hoping a good day was right behind the horizon.
Opportunities that come to us when we are down biting dust are the ones that truly matter. After some terrible interview experiences, I scored a decent percentile in my X-GMT examination and looked forward to the interview that would later seal my fate and be the sole silver lining on a dark, murky cloud. Days passed by until the day of the interview arrived. I was tensed yet excited at the same time. I had made up my mind to be the best version of myself and answer everything to the best of my abilities.
A whole wave of nostalgia rushed over me as I stood on the 6th floor, overlooking the XIMB campus. “I’ve made it!”, I said to myself, smiling a bit. My daydreaming got abruptly interrupted by the now almost familiar tugging at my T-shirt, “Sir’s here!” my friend shouted.
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