Issei / 世, is a Japanese-language term used by ethnic Japanese to specify the first generation of people who immigrated from Japan. They were the first in their bloodlines to travel abode.

This term illustrated a changed way of looking at themselves. The term Issei represented the idea of beginning, a psychological transformation relating to being settled, having a distinct community, and the idea of belonging to the new country.

Ever since I migrated to Australia, I have been grinding everyday for my sustenance. Although, it's not the same folklore in India. If you belong to a mediocre money earned by work or investments family, you are not expected to work labor unless you finish college and earn a respectable stature in society.

Meanwhile, your parents pay for everything unless you get a job and have a settled profession.

It's not the conventional way of upbringing in Australia.

Teenagers here start working as early as they turn 15. They get to evidence the pyramid of life, a lot earlier than the juveniles in India. I was 18 when I immigrated.

Uncle told me that I will have to engage, working part time at gigs to earn money for my expenditure.

At first, I antagonized. The bloke from India, didn't like the idea of working at all, let alone part time.

However, I hastened forward, convinced that a job was direly needed.

I started working as a steward at Uncle's restaurant. When I first entered the fix, it seemed a bit cumbersome, the attire felt unusual and unfamiliar faces felt disapproving but as the day passed on, the liveliness of the place started to grow on me.

I met new people everyday, attending to customers while parading all over the place. I started getting a kick out of it, but I hated the physical toil that comes with it. Cleaning and closing up a joint often takes a lot of physical strength. Despite, I convinced myself that I was meant to do it. Gradually, I started engaging with other colleagues who meant it to be done.

I worked at his place for about an year and then I vacated his residence. I moved over to the Central Coast where I got interviewed for a job as the Quality Assurance Chemist at one of the companies. I started my job.

I found it monotonous, running the same lab tests 3 times in your 8 hour shift and keep doing them everyday. I opted for paddling along.

About 3 weeks later, I was checking my Inbox, where I found an email which read as: "With your medical conditions, We are quite worried that a factory environment is detrimental to your health and well-being. There are high places on equipment that you need to reach and even with a ladder, would seem difficult. Regretfully, we will not be requiring you to work for us anymore. Thank you for your time and efforts here."

I just got fired, electronically!

I stood startled, aghast. The scene from the Principal's Office trembled my mind over and over, being pointed out as the weakest link in the chain. A sudden sense of woe descended upon me, and I has no one to turn to.

I decided to call Father.

He listened to me while I started sobbing, and said, "It is not the end of the world. You need to work hard, and keep learning from your failures. Just keep doing it, and the persistence will pay off."

Nothing else could have proven to be more curative at that point. I recollected myself, and set out on a job hunt.

I worked at the gas station for quite a while, until I moved to Newcastle in 2015.

I started a job there at a local gas station again. I trudged in the treadmill and call it love of the capitalism.

One of these days, I saw an opening for an attendant at the New Castle branch of an Indian restaurant. It was called The Grand Pavilion, and was quite renowned with the locals. June 2015, I aced the interview, and I got hired there, as a waitress.

My head honcho Shekar, was also the director of the venture. He was also a Non-Resident Indian, who strikes one as a really friendly samaritan.It was quite a learning process, working there with a team of professionals.

I started off by handling customers on the phone and I loved doing it. Gradually, the horizon of my responsibilities expanded.​​ Along with it, the inclination towards Shekar as my mentor grew overtime. I regarded him as my Godfather. In September, he popped the question if I could manage the restaurant, taking a full time position.

I respectfully declined saying it was not my area of expertise, but he urged. He said that, he will train me to be a manager and will guide me through every step to manage it. Further, when he added that he could sponsor my citizenship, I finally gave in, and took up the opportunity to learn handling a busy business.

Shekar was familiar with my medical problems but still regarded me with high esteem. Instead of looking down on me, he always made sure that I was strong enough to deal with everything on my own.

Often, I pondered if I was lucky to at last find an Anchor, who held my storm ship stable. I always looked up to him for professional advice, which helped for me to grow and understand every aspect of running a full-fledged business.

Despite being from the medical field, I felt pride in working for my boss. I always looked after his business, as my own. I fell short at times, but Shekar never gave up on teaching me. Authority and Responsibility were the two things I always hated but suddenly, I started experiencing the affinity for it.

I was still dealing with my ailments.

I used to have sick days and then struggled at times with my levels, as they drop if I am exhausting with physical labor. I adored my staff especially Amy, Kiara, Jacinta and Josh. They were always so kind and supportive all the time. Even when I used to be sick some days, they made sure everything was in order. It was an effortless memoir, working along them.​​

September 2017, About 27 months after I joined The Grand Pavilion, I finally resigned from my position, and relocated to Port Macquarie. Ever since then, I have been living here and working for The Sails Resort, as a Food and Beverage attendant.

However, The Sails Resort turned out to be a completely different shark in the sea. Work gets really energetic here and I have to be up on my toes all the time to catch up. As a result, my levels drop quite frequently, than they used to.

I have to either grab a quick bite, to not faint at work. It turned to me more challenging than I thought it'd be, but I am getting there gradually.

I have been more cautious about monitoring my levels alongside work. I tend to be eating before I start my shift, as sometimes the work keeps drifting for more than 5 hours straight.

At times, I do stop for a breather, I take a break to eat, but 6 or 7 hours takes a lot out of me. My neuropathy starts causing pain in my arms and legs.

The boss and colleagues are really nice here, they keep checking on me if I am doing alright. I have always believed that if you walk in good spirits, you will always be lucky enough to meet good people along the way.

It has been a tremendous journey so far. I think all people have at one time or another experienced one physical problem or another. With time, I try to be really careful. It takes patience and persistence to overcome your hurdles, and still outperform the expectations.

I listened to my father, and I tend to do that, every single day.

Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody's watching.

I hope you do too.