A Journey For An Interview

All set with his cover clad resume’, he started from home before time to make it to his destination. Neatly ironed shirt, well creased trouser and the finest of his shoes made him look fresh. He waited for the bus to arrive before time – for once – and it did. Not much disturbed by the air, he took a seat and settled well with his resume’. He looked at the new advertisement of ‘all clear shampoo’ and wished his hair looked “that” neat. He crossed the flower shop and thought of gifting those flowers to his girl one day --- the day he gets a job. He smirked a little but became conscious, the moment he looked at his folder. Very slowly he stood up (not to forget his finest of shoes), and headed towards his much awaited destination. Walking down the aisle, he thought of recollecting his answers. Positively he looked up in the sky once and entered through the door. He was guided to take a seat and he thought of having water on his way. The much awaited call came at last and his name was called out. He went inside the room and greeted the lady, who seemed to be disturbed by a phone call and the greeting at the same time. As he was instructed to sit (he did that very quietly); he looked at the lady. Getting over with the call, she immediately looked at the resume’ and there came the funniest questions of all, “tell me something about yourself? “That part done (she seemed disturbed about something); she struggled to think of another question. Time over, her judgment visible on her face, she told him to wait outside.

A preparation of hours, for a five minutes’ conversation? He was called again and there he sat in front of the “disturbed lady”. Unexpectedly, she said sorry --- (for not short listing him?) – For not giving much time to him; at the same time a feedback to work upon. The day ended and he again decided to prepare for the next one – for ‘hours’. ‘Good luck’ – he says to himself and is hopeful to crack it the next time – every time.



11.12.06