The Second One Was Tough and Frustruating

Things became too much hard for me, and every second of my life used to feel like hell. Still my confidence on me wasn't down. Next announced was a screening test conducted by some job consultancy company in our college. The thing much frightening was, a company called NTT Data was interested in the scores. The exam was too much tedious than I ever imagined, it was almost about 4 hours with numerous sections and questions on various quant and logical topics. Much struggling was the programming section, where I had to write three programs of different toughness levels in C or Java. But still I wasn't to give up, I attempted all the sections, coded all the programs to my best and somehow completed the test while most of friends gave up in the middle. The results at first felt better for me than TCS because I was in a dilemma that I can make it even easier as I have an experience already. There results were displayed after a week in my college and I was much horrified to see my name lost again. This time was much harder for me to digest than before, because I never had a successive failure twice on the same thing. I felt it even harder to inform it to my home, because my mom was already weeping while I was just remaining silent. There were people in my class who were later informed to attend to further rounds at some other place, and I heard that wasn't much fruitful. But I was not even that successful as I was always failing at the first step itself.

Now the real frustration in me started to come out and I was almost freaking out in madness. I wasn't able to understand one thing, why I was failing when I feel I'm well prepared for everything. There’s something more I need to have: Luck?! It was like destiny, that my friend and I visited a famous Balaji temple near my city. We started almost at 4 in the morning and were there in the temple by 9. My friend was in an vow that he'd make 108 pradakshinas round the temple. I wasn't feeling puzzled, because my conscience was telling me that I needed luck, the divine has made me to come before him and was ordering me to do the same. The first time in my life, I performed the same with my friend, who was already habituated to it. I don’t know whether the ritual really hurts everyone or I made some mistake, but there were boils everywhere my feet were feeling like on fire while I tried to step on the ground. As I returned home, was there a mail for me from the TPO that another placement notice has come, and this time it was a pool campus in a college in the outskirts of my city. And the Company this time was Virtusa. I wasn't even able to walk properly, but the rules are that I need to come in full formal with shoe mandatory. I ignored the shoe matter, and started for the session, in a rather ambitious mood. Even though I was confident that I can make it this time, but what was to come was really unexpected.