Career within IT

A career within IT is one of the most versatile and diverse choice of all careers a person can go for. The field of IT has been growing at a staggering rate and with new branches being introduced every now and then, a person has the option to choose from a wide variety of existing disciplines within the IT industry.
According to payscale.com, a website used to rank job earnings and job satisfaction, a career in IT as the most rewarding one, with internet entrepreneurs as being among the richest people in the world. A vast application of computer-automation in industries means that everyone is expected to know some basics of computer coding and this means that in the future, the demand for computer programmers will keep on increasing  and is expected to surpass the supply.
A career in IT requires you to have sound communication skills as it is important to understand and implement the requirements of the client accordingly. As an IT specialist, you are always learning new tools and technologies and new ways of making a software more durable.
The vast application of programming within every industry means that programming graduates can find employment in almost any industry, ranging from the construction industry to as vast as the space and aeronautics industry.

Views about IT

I believe the world of IT is one of the fastest growing disciplines among all in the 21st century.
With everything going towards automation, networking and programming is becoming the norm.
Statistics suggest that in the year 2050, IT jobs will become the most demanding of all; the demand increasing over the years as compared to the number of IT graduates.
As the vast majority of industries in the world switches towards programmable machines, there will be an increasing demand for computer-literacy and everyone will be expected to know some basics of computer coding and programming.
Programming is also fun to learn and engaging. It boosts a person's logical thinking and increases creative thought. Programming and networking has overtime made the world a more of a global village by increasing connections at a national and an international level. The world wide web assists a person considerably in his daily activities such as shopping, banking and socializing.
Furthermore, with the introduction of new applications such as snapchat and facebook, the internet has become a more engaging tool.
Technologies such as WiFi and the introduction of the smartphone, makes the internet more within reach.
With endless possibilities for innovation within the IT world, the future is expected to be more automatized and virtual reality is a classic example of one such innovation.    

My Introduction

My name is Waleed Ahmed. I'm a 24 year old student studying bachelor of IT in Victoria University.
Currently I'm studying in my first year which is the diploma year.
My current residence is in the suburb of dandenong. I live with my brother in a multi-storey house.
The highest level of qualification I have done is the general certificate of education (advanced level)
which is equivalent to Australian year 12.

Abstract Teacher

Many of us feel amazed at how time transforms our lives and thinking. The concept of time makes me think of a puppet controlled by its master who deftly makes it avoid a myriad of unexpected pitfalls or somehow becomes the cause of its doom; only the steadfastness of the puppet ensures its wholesome future. 

A sudden burst of oven-hot breeze embraced me as soon as I exited a private tuition center. The searing heat only added to my sorrows; this was my sixth visit to a tuition center and apparently due to my unaffordability, I left disappointed. Two years ago, my parents lectured me that I would have to manage higher secondary education on my own. Due to a financial crisis, they agreed to pay only a small amount for my education while I had to afford the rest myself.  I enrolled in a private tuition center due to higher fee of local schools. As I trudged across the slum street, the thought of unfinished syllabus and exams which were due in a month made me shudder. I recalled with surprise how my physics teacher refused to teach during such a crucial time and stalked angrily out of the classroom with a petty excuse.

With teary eyes, I wondered how students of established schools would be; happy perhaps. I remembered those nostalgic moments when I was in a school devoid of any double standards; how students smiled at each other regardless of financial difference, how teachers were role models of a successful life. I pictured photos of old friends; everyone grinning with hands across each other’s shoulders: only time faded all those grins. I started feeling remorseful for those deprived of education.

However my life had been defined by a single word: ambitious. I always felt defeated at the sight of seeing others excel. After all ambitiousness helped me surpass my mentors’ expectations and helped me get numerous academic and sports certificates. Like a door tore off from its hinges, ambition overcame my obsession with wallowing in self-pity. I wiped my tears and sweat filled forehead and headed home with a refreshed spirit of optimism.

“Stop writing and put your pens down!” A voice echoed through the exam hall loudspeaker. I complied and smiled weakly to myself. The soft thumping of my heartbeat and exhausted mind assured that I had reaped the fruit of my hard work; my exam went very flawlessly. Whilst maintaining a balance between leisure and studies, I entirely self-studied in solitude by daily consulting the internet and library many hours without my parents having a slightest hint of what I was up to. Albeit aware of the harsh consequences, I had complete faith of achieving the seemingly-impossible.

In less than a month my perceptions about myself changed; I was no ordinary human being. I fully realized that positive qualities could be the best human reconditioners. Each of my actions was encompassed by faith. I became a philanthropist and developed a habit of donating money to charitable schools to help the less fortunate. Though an unanswered question still remains a mystery: “Where could time have found me if it weren’t for the predicament I faced?”

The Descent

The descent was made on an early august morning, year 2002 with a thunderous roar of jet engines on the runways of the Jinnah int'l airport and a sleek PIA jetliner had emerged from the morning haze. A 10-year old gazed out of the streamlined windows at the harsh terrain beside the airfield wondering where his ill-fate was taking him. The fact that he was in his native land wasn't unexpectedly exciting. He recalled the events of the previous day which had passed on bidding farewell to his closest cousin and his beloved Arabian land, Jeddah, where he had all the fun and exhilaration enough for a lifetime. But now his adventures had come to an abrupt end. And why was it? he never knew. About an hour later, whilst managing a grin, he strolled along with his family towards a cheerful woman, who was amongst a group of welcomers waving on the airport exit. His aunt probably. He barely uttered a word on his way towards his new home. His little trembling body and sweaty hands indicated the condition of his future. Having lived an extravagant life, he was unaware of the agony of its darker side and now it was evident that the hurdles were right before him; he had to face them;even if they cost his life.

Few minutes later, the battered cab screeched to a halt in front of a dilapidated house which, apparently his grandfather owned,was about 5 decades old. After propelling his reluctant feet into the 'haunted house' , he found himself being snatched and pulled by his crazy relatives eager to hug and kiss his soft,fluffy, magenta cheeks. But the infant was, as usual, unaware that this love and admiration was just a deception. The time for hatred and criticism to vanquish all the affection was en route. All he had to do now was to brace himself for the war against traitorous creatures that ruled this land.

Several years later, the boy, having grown up, had realized what the strange city held in store for him. Things seemed to go beyond his imagination. Though being occasionally good in studies, he had to suffer immense torture at school as well as his neighbourhood. People cursed him, teased him, kicked him and blamed him for not being like themselves. Teachers were like wild beasts bellowing over his head; they intentionally slapped directly on his eyes instead of the cheeks. And the child? the child returned home resembling a beggar and sobbing like the bewitched. He feared his existence with others except his own family; seldom met people and used to seek refuge in secluded spots. Solitude seemed soothing and refreshing.

But after sometime, he was again seen with his enemies; laughing and giggling. Why? because he was desperately in search of love. He needed it badly, from no matter whom. From every large pile of suffering, he found tiny bits of love. To gain something precious he had to lose something. Through years of interaction, he gradually learn't the virtues of life and ways of tackling the imminent war against the others. He could clearly observe the pile of suffering reduce and love increase.

Regaining his composure yielded infinite success. He had become a perpetual position-holder. His classmates worried about his studies instead of theirs, teachers praised his benevolence, neighbours admired his sports ability. Having realized the strength of the power of patience, he apparently won the inital war of his life and held up the trophy of heroism high with pride. And what he had to do? he only had to learn the basic ingredients of life, he had to practice, struggle and suffer to get the fruit of eminence. He had to learn the labyrinthine codes of social interaction whilst being just.

Yet there was something else into existence secretly calling for love; really close. But the boy never knew nor heard where it was. If he had recognized its true essence, he could have gotten not only love, but everything he needed in the world in just a mere click. It was the love of God. Yes! lurking beside him and he? unaware of its soft warmth. It was a shortcut to the love of this world by loving God, being close to him and listening to his latent call for enlightenment. The boy then had embedded the true motive of God and religion in his memory and sets off to the journey of glory; following his noble forefathers' footsteps.

P.S: that child was none other than me.