Day 4:
Day before the final day,
We all were quite under pressure this day,
We were talking as like there was nothing happening to us but somewhere in us we all were tensed, or maybe I would say I Was at least!!!
Any way the day started like usual one, we had our first part of activities, breakfast and other things, Later we were made to sit in a room, as we were supposed to go for interview, or more precisely I would say to be operated lively with open eyes and mind!!!
Well the interview was a long time journey so we were waiting for our turn, you know one thing is very sure, waiting for something is a very crucial thing, and it makes you think of thousand of things, which makes you crazy and mad!!!
I never felt so harassed, even I appeared for many interviews before this, but don’t know why this time I was so nervous,
Yeah, I just said that NERVOUS word!!
Throughout the whole waiting hours we were talking of what he might ask us, about the how and why of things??? It was almost 3 hours, when my turn came, I rushed to the interviewer’s room, my heart was beating at a little faster rate than usual; I reached at the killers point. The man outside the room, made me to sit on the chair kept outside the room, the moment I sat, my heart beats were quite audible to be heard outside. I could feel it inside me. I felt like as some body was beating a DHOL inside me, I tried to control myself. But pressure was quite at the top and me at the bottom!!! Just a second after I was called in, and the game started, thousand of questions were thrown at me, and I was expected to answer them one after another. I tried to hit every ball for six, but you know you can’t score run on every ball, some time you have to play defensive also, and some time at the attack.
Predicting one’s self from this is a kind of learning from non – readable book which was washed up with water, and you have to make a clear cut edge. If you can make yourself more understandable, you’ll taken in and if you can’t, simply you‘re out. There are no excuses for that, and one can’t escape from it.
Anyhow 50 minutes had passed away, my session was over, and I was made to leave the room, I left the room, and felt with little grief. Some time in life when you couldn’t make somebody understand of you, you felt being killed, or I would say murdered, I felt the same way, there was a situation when I tried to narrate the actual part but he reacted like as I was lying to him.
We can’t expect from everyone to understand us completely as we are, I don’t know what they try to find in you, But the thing I learnt from it,
“One shouldn’t be so loose while telling the truth”
For the rest of the day, we kept on chattering about the “what’s and did’s of the interview”, which were useless as for me!!! But still I was with them, narrating my own non explainable experience.
