It was towards the end of October of 1976, two months into my master’s in political science, I decided to quit my studies at the Utkal University in Bhubaneswar. There were two reasons for it. One, I was not enjoying what was being taught; it wasn’t the place I wanted to be. Two, I did not want to depend on my family for higher studies. My father had retired when I was in Class VIII, and ever since, I had been a drag on my eldest brother, Debi Prasad Bagchi, who was the only family member with a steady income at that time.
Hence, I decided that pursuing an MA at a place that did not challenge me enough was a waste. I decided to grab the only job available in a small town like Bhubaneswar of 1976 and wait until I would turn twenty-one, the minimum age at the time for writing the civil services examination to join the Indian Administrative Service.
The day after I told my professor at the university that I was leaving, I learnt that there was a recruitment test at the State Secretariat for the temporary position of lower division clerks. I showed up for it and, to everyone’s dismay, on 1 November 1976, I was appointed as a lower division clerk with the Government of Odisha’s industries department for a salary of Rs 305. By 2024 standards, after adjusting for inflation, that would be equivalent of Rs 10,000. I lasted in the job for less than a year. I wasn’t going to wait around at the State Secretariat for two long years to be able to write my civil services examination.