I had goofed up last night. Nothing to get excited about the word ‘night’. I work at night. I work when other people sleep and I wake up when other people are preparing for a siesta. And I don’t work in a call center.
Last night I had a correction in my story. I wrote million instead of thousands in a news story. And it hit the wire without any remorse. The editor also missed it.
I didn’t realize my mistake. Five minutes back I had just send the story to the editor. I was checking it on my own after I sent it.
I spotted the mistake myself and ran to the editor to tell him, look sir, kindly check it, I have written million instead of thousands. But just seconds before he had released the news into the wire.
It was too late.
I could see the pain in my editor’s face when I told him about the correction. I was sorry for him.
Writing million instead of thousands is a serious error.
My heart stopped when the good old man began to fix the error and run it one more time in the wire.
I felt the world came to an end. The word ‘corrected’ is practically a nail in the coffin. My first nail had been hammered in. don’t know how many more to go before the final one comes.
I couldn’t sleep whole night. I was worried whether the next day my job would be there or not. I have just joined this famous news agency and before settling things properly, I screwed up.
Was thinking how my parents would get it when they would hear that I have been fired. So many of my friends who joined with me walked down the stairs with their heads drooped.
My seniors, with whom I have developed a nice warm relationship by now, tried to encourage me. Indeed, their comforting words were slokas from geeta for me. It really comforted me.
Everybody has a correction man…they said. Cheer up. Learn from your mistakes, they comforted.
I went to my mentor. He is like an elder brother to me. And he is very aggressive about corrections. He threatened to kill me or chop my balls off if I did one. I thought he would scold me hard. But he grinned. First correction, he said, no problem, don’t repeat. And don’t let it overcome you. I have also got correction.
Yes I will, I have to.
And here was that ever laughing fellow who tried to cheer me up with his example, correction is my second nature man…and don’t think about what you have done. You are a man, you should proudly proclaim yes whatever I have done, I am right, if I get a chance, I will do it again. And congrats for your first correction. Welcome to the world of manhood.