Being a Grade-20 officer in a government department is a dream
come true like situation. It is almost like reaching at a pinnacle of your
career. One enjoys the self-actualization status of their service. You are
respected all around, with maximum perks of your stature, besides, being in a
highly responsible position.
But there are sacrifices attached to this spot also. A
life-long struggle. It is not an instant climb. It took me more than 35 years
to attaining this peak, and now left with one or two more years to retain this
position before calling it a day at reaching a stage of superannuation. Under
the normal circumstance one should reach at this zenith with 25 years of their
service coupled with an excellent service record. But government departments
work under weird set of rules that delay the promotions and elevation to the
higher scales to undesirable extent and due to various unavoidable reasons.
Another obscured aspect of the life of a public officer is
that one has to maintain the lifestyle of prevailing working environment. For
example, if one is working in Grade-18 or 19 then their friendly and family
gatherings would also revolve around the people working in the similar grades
or higher; requiring to maintain a certain status.
Climbing up the ladder from Grade-17 to Grade-20 looks an easy
ride but it takes a toll of your own and family’s time and resources, ageing in
particular. Let’s go back to the four (five, in fact) stages from G-17 to 20 and
discuss each one briefly, step by step, in an ascending order, from my personal
perspective:
Stage-1: It is an induction stage, carrying
lots of dreams and wishes to be realized in ensuing times. Back in 1984 I
joined in G-17 as Junior Engineer (Civil) at a place some 1000 km. away from my
home town. I was installed on a monthly salary of less than 2,000 rupees.
Considering that I was going to be the sole earner in the house after sudden
and sad demise of my father two years ago and required to support my family
from this paltry income. Supporting my siblings was simply out of question
within my meager income, therefore, our widow mother kept selling our
agricultural land tracts, one by one, that we used to own.
According to our office service structure my current stage
was supposed to last five years. In reality it took 14 years before I moved
into the next grade with none of my fault. It was the toughest period of my
life in terms of weak financial position while I was raising my family too. Our
rich relatives bought us refrigerator on loan basis. Some others also gave us
used beds and other old furniture for our rented apartment. During hot summers
we sometimes used to take our kids to our relatives’ house to spend a couple of
hours in their air-conditioned rooms. The little savings we could make came
through Budget Committees that my wife wisely invested in within her friends’
circle of officers’ wives. After 10 years of service I was able to buy some new
furniture for our rented house and an air-conditioner too.
Stage-2: It was 1998 when we moved to Lahore
as a result of my promotion in G-18. By that time my family had grown into 6
members; our four children. Living and working in a bigger city was a pleasant
experience but at the same time it was difficult to manage in a monthly salary
of about 8,000 rupees considering that three out of four children were
attending the school. But this time I was able to take long term loan from
office and manage a bank credit card (means borrowing) while my wife kept
investing in committees. During this period of time I was also able to complete
my Masters and then started teaching part time in the evening. Some savings
also came as a result of three short foreign training courses. During this
phase my elder daughter married for which I had to withdraw my savings from
Employees Provident Fund (EPF). But it was not sufficient to cover the marriage
related expenses and hence my relatives again came to our rescue and let our
daughter begin her new phase of life in a satisfactory and befitting manner. This
stage took another precious 14 years of my life, but it moved on.
Stage-3: Moved into Grade-19 in 2012, a
stage where an engineer is considered and treated as senior officer. Some perks
added to my position like orderly allowance, free landline telephone and
cellphone, and a vehicle for official use. By now, one of my daughters was
happily married at a young age of 21 years, and one of my sons went into
practical life after completing his engineering studies. Two younger children
went into universities, private ones, causing enormous financial burden owing
to their expensive tuition fees. This causes to yet another borrowing; another long
term loan from office. This time I was able to buy a small residential plot for
construction of the house in future. In 2013 elder son also moved to Finland
for higher studies. He kept working as “Paper Boy” in the freezing nights of
Tampere, Finland to meet the expenses of his Masters. He completed the studies
in 2015 and was able to land a job in one of the multinational companies in
Finland.
During all these three stages of life our social life
remained limited due to affordability issues. In comparison to tedious and
gruesome long two early stages, this one remained short and reasonable and I
moved into the next grade within four years and posted as Chief Engineer.
Stage-4: In the middle of 2016 I was posted
as Chief Engineer and stationed in the same city i.e. Lahore. It was a time of
financial stability in the sense that both sons were working, means earning
along with me thereby decrease in the expenses on academics. Elder son got
married and settled with his family in Finland.
Stage-5: In January 2018 I was elevated to a
coveted position of General Manager. The irony is; the grade remains same i.e.
20. Elevation to a higher position also uproots me from Lahore. Younger son
gets into nuptial knots in 2018 and almost a year later he moves to Germany in
early 2019 to grab a job opportunity in Berlin.
Considering that I would be retiring from the job in later
half of 2020 and that my two sons are in a position to send some remittances I
take a giant step of going for the construction of our small house. I am given
the estimated cost of construction as Rs. 6 million. I calculate my savings,
wife’s savings through committees, EPF and all adds up to less than Rs. 2.5
million. Believing on the premise that when you marry your daughter or
construct a house you receive divinely financial help, the construction begins
in early 2019. When I write this piece in later part of 2019 almost 95% house
is ready with construction expenditure crossing the figure of Rs. 7 million.
Divine help surely reaches but it comes in loans. I will be repaying at the
retirement about Rs. 2 million taken from various rich relatives, and already
paying installments of Rs. 1.2 million bank loan. If the things go as planned,
we intend to move to our newly built house by start of next year i.e. 2020.
Final Goals: After having retired from the job
and cleared all the liabilities out of my pension gratuity coupled with the
financial support of children we (me and better half) wish to spend rest of
life in getting our last of children married and settled down, praying for all
as usual, buying a car, going for Hajj and waiting for our children and
grandchildren’s visits to us.