Sunday, November 15, 2009

Interview

This was the first time I attended a formal interview. It wasn’t exactly formal but they rejected me gently. So thought formal would suit the case.

And why did I go to the interview?

Well I am too bored with my current office with no one caring to shout even if I go regularly at 12 or 1 and leave without notice.

The salary is low too, but that is secondary.


This is what happened at the damn interview.

I went with the help of a referral, and I was made to stay back in the visitors lounge.

That was it. In my view that firm was already disqualified to have the honor of having me among its employees.

As if that wasn’t enough, a young guy aged around 30 comes up with a smiling face and takes me to a small cabin around the corner.

As if not satisfied from insulting me by the CEO not coming up to greet me, they had no AC in the place.

Then he made me sit in a small cushioned chair.

I shouted ‘Disgusting’


Actually, I thought of shouting ‘Disgusting’, but I had my dignity and composure to maintain. So I used my patience and said ‘Thanks’.


All that was one level but what happened next was too much even for so much of patience and humility I have at my disposal.

He was asking me questions. Yes, he was!

I decided to hang on, opposed to slapping him on the face and walking right out of the place.

Wait, that’s not it. He was asking me questions that I didn’t know!

Well, what kind of a business do they run without knowing that a single person can’t know all the things in the world?

Of course taxation was in my syllabus but I didn’t enact those stupid laws, did I?

Yeah accounting standards are must but you can learn them a bit late too, right?

I am telling you it was a pure waste of time to go all the way there, not to mention the fuel and other miscellaneous expenses..

I can’t but laugh at how insensible they were..

I mean come on, they didn’t even offer me some cool drinks or stuff!


Thank god they rejected me..

Otherwise I would have been forced to oblige their job offer, too nice to hurt other beings that I am.

Friday, November 6, 2009

love is..

What is love?
No one asked this question to me. I am not used to asking this question either..
But just got the thought..
Btw..
You don't define what love is. You don't listen to what love is either..
You either don't love or you do.
And when you do, you'll know. And you'll stop asking questions.