It was the season of the oh-so-boring campus recruitments!![ Hey!!DO NOT judge me!! when you
--have attended 10 placements and have been thrown out in the first round for 9 of them, I'm sure you wouldn't be too thrilled either
--When you've been trekking for the past three days under varied climatic conditions[read torturing] and slept in a makeshift camp, wouldn't you be donning veeru sahara bhuddi's hairstyle?! ]
So, owing to the demonic hair texture I've been blessed with I decide to dip my head in a bucket of oil a night before the recruitments, give it some kind of a structure, forget to take a head bath the next morning, and head straight to college.
Let me paint you a pretty little picture of myself on the fated day-
Oily head, limping gait[courtesy trek], washed out-barely pressed kurta, tattered jeans, sandals threatening to snip away from my humongous large feet.[God! I use a lot of adjectives! but I do do them justice, you know] .
The agenda for the day -
Round 1a): Aptitude test, which I thought was no better than the others.
Round 1b):Programming Ability, which I thought was the worst of the lot.
Out of the blue news: Through to Round 2[My wtf moment!]
Intermission between Round 1 and 2: Decision time: consciously screw up the group discussion, but most important-set the damn hair right!
Round 2: GD begins, and I involuntarily babble , thump my fist on the table, make some non-existent points, swing the pen in my hands like a witch does with her wand and come out nauseated.
Intermission between Round 2 and 3: Nauseated, as I didn't exert self-control and shut the hell up. And no surprises here. Of course I'm selected! [If you think I sound smug, you really need lessons in sarcasm.Contact this person for the same.]
Round 3: Lapse of self-control. Continuous stream of technical bull flows from my mouth like the streams of Bandajje.[that's where I'd been to trek by the way, lovely place, you should go too, without hindrances to your restroom reservations.]
Coming back to the topic-
Intermission between Round 3 and 4: Heated discussions on the cellular device. Entire history of the company drawn up in a matter of seconds. Advice from well-wishers ..Last chance to screw up the interview else you're screwed for life!
Round 4: Finally I draw up the courage to tell 'them' - Sorry Sir, for having wasted your time. I already have an offer in this domain.' [My personal Wah Taj moment!]
After round 5, I presume that I'm rejected, and that I can go back home with the satisfaction of having rejected the offer!![Gimme a hi-fi dude! moment. ]
I come out skipping like a happy little butterfly[ or a weird bug?I dunno, the hair stye spoils the picture.]
Then comes the mother of all anti-climaxes-The list of selected students is announced , and Voila! I'm selected!
I stay in depression for two weeks, sulk for two months, and finally come across srk's tweet that said- "Negativity doesn't help. So be positive. No other option.!"
[the negativity in the most positive statement I've ever heard perked me up[I'mself-destructive my friend says] and as of now, I'm super excited that the company I will be mostly joining needs me to twist my tongue to pronounce it!;) ]
PS- As of now, I'm happy and grateful for having made it through the selection process.:)[Thank you for asking!!]
