Why whine at all? Because I bloody well can’t do anything else.
Why? Because my parents love me and they only want the best possible future for me.
It isn’t as if I haven’t tried squiggling out of it. In fact, I am allowed to do whatever, absolutely whatever I want with my life, AFTER I GET ME A CA DEGREE.
So here I am, cribbing about something I just have to put up with for three years. But here’s what I’ve realized. I’m not the only one who is sick of this! Hell, there are loads of others! And this is my attempt to find them and to hope that they find solace in reading these posts. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
I have nothing against chartered accountants. Oh no, not at all! They are the ringleaders of the finance world. Sometimes, that makes me happy. I feel like I’m worth something. And then the moment passes and I’m back to the blog.
Now that we’ve established that being a chartered accountant is indeed ineffable, the problem lies not with the profession, but with the people who sit at the table to eat with others and later find out that the food gives them gas.
I have met one too many mates who, in broad daylight, have divulged that they would rather be doing “something else” but have to go with being a CA as they “unfortunately cleared” the exams. We are clearly frustrated. But I have also met those enthusiastic “I was born to be a CA” souls who are also frustrated and the reason for this is ARTICLESHIP.
I am talking about the feeling that people get in the pit of their stomachs when they suddenly realize that their skulls are now an empty cavity and their brains are in fact being corroded by digestive juices. This is how it feels to do TRACING. A health hazard, though no one has succumbed to its abuse. Yet.
Well, there are 3 years left. The list is long. The day has come to an end. And so shall this post. For now.