The day I was about to start for the interview in the other college wasn't like any ordinary day. It tested my mettle, tempted me that it could be my day and the end, is what you must know. I started directly for the place of interview as the college was a little near from my house. Three of my friends told me that they'll be coming and asked me to join and I agreed. I came out of my home and walked all the way to the bus stop with a lot of pain from my feet, but my determination was much stronger than the pain I felt. I waited almost an hour at the bus stop for my friends who have spoke to me that they have taken the bus. After about 70 minutes that fateful bus came with my buddies waving hands for me to get in. I managed to get a seat for me as I badly needed it, and paid for the ticket. The journey was for about 50 minutes and interestingly the college was that we never knew that it ever existed. We got down the bus at the stop and were surprised to see no clue of where the college was actually. Everything was green around us, with mostly mango orchards. We somehow managed to cite a half constructed road into those woods and as we moved into it, we had our first sight of the college. The Buildings were tall and not so beautiful, but sure were attractive. Were moved to one of the corners of the buildings, where the registrations were being made. We managed to have it done in time and went in for the written test. We were made to wait for few minutes in a classroom to take the exam.
The TPO of that college was too much excited for us, and he felt like as if he was the HR for that company. He was checking everyone’s dress, shoe and even their ID Cards. I still remember he was speaking to us when a guy from another college entered the classroom wearing casuals. He was already fuming, and when he asked that guy for his ID card, he took out his purse and gave it to his hand as if he was to pay some bill with this credit card. I felt like the TPO would sure kill him, but instead he called one the volunteer and asked him to stick his ID card to his pocket with a gum tape. Many more funny things happened like this, and later we moved into the lab for the first test my battle. This time to my surprise, the test was being conducted by the same company which I had written before in my college. The questions looked somewhat little familiar and so I found it easy to mark them all. After the exam was over we were all directed to wait in a classroom. I was feeling too much frightened, confused, tensed, whatnot! Everything. And then came the same TPO with a louder and exciting tone to announce the results and I was shocked! I have cleared the written test. And then I was made to wait in another hall at the next floor. I was happy, proud and was confident that I can make it whatever next it is. I asked one of my friends about the next rounds. He detailed me that there’s a Group Discussion round and Two Technical rounds followed by a Final HR round. My excitement doubled with my over confidence that I can make it again. After few minutes, a batch of five members including me was asked to get seated in a hall. It included two of my friends too, and there was no sort of nervousness in me. But only thing I was worrying about is my bleeding toe with all the boils I have on it. My situation was pathetic; I was struggling to get a job with a very little energy left in me. One of the HR team entered the hall and we greeted him. I was wondering and thinking about what topic he was going to give for us to speak. He instead passed each of us a paper with a situation and an empty space insisting to write something. I didn’t understand what was he actually trying to observe from us, but the procedure was different from what we expected.
Generally my voice would be loud enough to be audible and it gets louder when I am confident about what I was about to speak. But this time, things reversed with my suffering. I was hardly speaking and that too scarcely louder. Added to my woes is that, the guy after me was overly active, that we was acting as if he was the leader of the crew. He was ordering everyone, stopping me from speaking and his actions reminded me of a traffic police. Whatever, he was the man who has put my fate back on track. After five minutes of shouting, debating, traffic controlling and parliament mocking, the results were announced and I, as usual was a failure. I still didn’t understand whether I was responsible for my failure or He was. But whatever the reason may be, I was happy on one thing, that I can be passing the written test like my friends and all I need was a little effort. As days passed by, the boils were healed and my feet got to normal. Now I had enough suffering and learning for my next placement and was confident but worried about what would happen next.
The TPO of that college was too much excited for us, and he felt like as if he was the HR for that company. He was checking everyone’s dress, shoe and even their ID Cards. I still remember he was speaking to us when a guy from another college entered the classroom wearing casuals. He was already fuming, and when he asked that guy for his ID card, he took out his purse and gave it to his hand as if he was to pay some bill with this credit card. I felt like the TPO would sure kill him, but instead he called one the volunteer and asked him to stick his ID card to his pocket with a gum tape. Many more funny things happened like this, and later we moved into the lab for the first test my battle. This time to my surprise, the test was being conducted by the same company which I had written before in my college. The questions looked somewhat little familiar and so I found it easy to mark them all. After the exam was over we were all directed to wait in a classroom. I was feeling too much frightened, confused, tensed, whatnot! Everything. And then came the same TPO with a louder and exciting tone to announce the results and I was shocked! I have cleared the written test. And then I was made to wait in another hall at the next floor. I was happy, proud and was confident that I can make it whatever next it is. I asked one of my friends about the next rounds. He detailed me that there’s a Group Discussion round and Two Technical rounds followed by a Final HR round. My excitement doubled with my over confidence that I can make it again. After few minutes, a batch of five members including me was asked to get seated in a hall. It included two of my friends too, and there was no sort of nervousness in me. But only thing I was worrying about is my bleeding toe with all the boils I have on it. My situation was pathetic; I was struggling to get a job with a very little energy left in me. One of the HR team entered the hall and we greeted him. I was wondering and thinking about what topic he was going to give for us to speak. He instead passed each of us a paper with a situation and an empty space insisting to write something. I didn’t understand what was he actually trying to observe from us, but the procedure was different from what we expected.
Generally my voice would be loud enough to be audible and it gets louder when I am confident about what I was about to speak. But this time, things reversed with my suffering. I was hardly speaking and that too scarcely louder. Added to my woes is that, the guy after me was overly active, that we was acting as if he was the leader of the crew. He was ordering everyone, stopping me from speaking and his actions reminded me of a traffic police. Whatever, he was the man who has put my fate back on track. After five minutes of shouting, debating, traffic controlling and parliament mocking, the results were announced and I, as usual was a failure. I still didn’t understand whether I was responsible for my failure or He was. But whatever the reason may be, I was happy on one thing, that I can be passing the written test like my friends and all I need was a little effort. As days passed by, the boils were healed and my feet got to normal. Now I had enough suffering and learning for my next placement and was confident but worried about what would happen next.
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