After one and a half year of hard work, one and a half year of time, on the fourth day of December this year, my mind was full of fear. Not fear of maths, nor DI, nor English...it was a fear of something no CAT taker had ever experienced till this year, the fear of a crashed server. The fear of not being able to even get an opportunity to even knock on the doors of the Indian Institutes of Management. The fear that after an year an half of heart felt preparation, a single worm nimbda or a conflicker would end it all in a matter or minutes and ruin everything we yearned for. No need to doubt, i am talking about the phenomenon called CAT. Perhaps a new definition for ailurophobia!!!
There has been so much of talk already, petitions being filed, etc etc. Personally, I have no feeling even in any corner of my mind that the paper would be scrapped. They have invested too much already. But for a student like me, a student who has no shortage of dreams by any means, a student who has toiled hard to get that opportunity to push his limits and be recognized for what he is and not for what he wants to be, the absence of the opportunity means more than that investment, its incalculable. The pain of missing out a chance when all your colleagues and friends have successfully completed the test, with no errors, just adds salt to the already unhealable wound.
Numerous such wounded students are holding their telephone receivers right now and dialing a number they never wished they would need to. The Prometric student helpline. And all they are hearing is the busy tone. Imagine the mental agony a student faces when finally he gets the call connected only to hear that he cannot be helped in his case. That feeling is not recommended for any light hearted, in fact it's not recommended for any one.!! It kills. And there's not just one or two students who faced that dreadful situation, there are thousands. Which include potential IIM students, students who had an average of 99.89 percentile in all the mock CATs they had taken, students who were toppers, all were now holding telephone receivers, checking mailboxes, message inboxes, waiting for the mail that never came for many.
I do not know how prometric is prepared to answer the questions these students would have in store for them. I don't know how Prometric is prepared to answer the parents of all the students who got depressed on missing out on the exam they had waited for so long. So many questions have already raised against Prometric, why no learned person to help students? Why did their software get hanged when they wanted to answer the question? Why did some students get more time to answer.? Why couldn't they see the diagrams .?? And for god's sake why cant they even take the test!!!!??
They never had answers to these questions, so no more questions....Shame on You Prometric!!
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
A Year of Sepuchral Silence...
"Three Kings, mere 3 raje!!" , "One more from me le ek aur raja"...next was Rahul's chance..." Challenge!!".His dad was bluffing. Rahul had won the hand. Since he had the 4th king!!
Rahul Yadav a ten year old boy was waiting with his mom and dad at the railway station. The Train was still to come, and so to pass time they played a card game very famous with small boys, Challenge! They were moving away to their native place in Patna. They were going away from the land where they were hated, beaten up, their bread snatched away from them by some lingua-fanatics. They had no option but to go back to the land where they starved without jobs, no land, nothing. With that dying feeling, Rahul's dad was playing cards with his only son at the station.
Before he could play the next hand, he heard some loud bangs some where near. Diwali left overs maybe...but that wasn't to be so. That feeling was over the moment they saw people running away everywhere. They tried to comprehend, but by then there were two men with backpacks, one of them wearing a versace tshirt, and holding an AK-47 and walking towards them. They felt as if the MNS had decided to kill people like them. Rahul's mom took him in her arms, but soon he heard her scream. Her blood was on his face. A bullet had pierced her chest. Both fell down, his dad too was down in blood, Rahul was silent. The date was 26/11/2008.
Numerous such Rahuls young and old were all over Mumbai. Numerous of them could never see the next day. So many of them could never walk again. Rahul could never speak again. The Guns' had silenced his voice. He was not a victim of bullets, but a victim of his mother's blood on his face, a victim of seeing his dad die, he was a victim of trauma. So many Rahuls never knew the thing called trauma. The place he last knew was CST. The date they knew was 26/11/2008.
All over Mumbai, people died to the bullets sprayed. And then came the saviors wearing black uniforms. All anger in their eyes, Vengeance in their hearts, Carbines in their hands, in came the security guards. The National Security Guards. The came they saw...but their conquer took time. A lot of time. A lot of lives, a lost heritage, a lost pride, a lost morale, and many lost families. The siege was over. I still remember the loud cheer that people gave for the NSG when they returned after the Nariman Point operation.
One year has passed since then. Many rules changed, many blank spaces. One year when the man with the versace tshirt became the face of terror. The man whose name the world knows. Ajmal Kasab. Ajmal Qasav. Ajmal Kasav. Ajmal Qasab. One year has passed since then, more than 200 died. But this man still lives, complains about the food, laughs at lawyers, laughs at witnesses. For all others, the sepulchral silence still continues. Rahul never spoke again, he lives in an orphanage in Mumbai. The NSG has improved. People have changed. The Taj is open again. But when the Home minister says such attacks will be avoided, such attackers will be put to justice, all that i can say is, "CHALLENGE!".
Rahul Yadav a ten year old boy was waiting with his mom and dad at the railway station. The Train was still to come, and so to pass time they played a card game very famous with small boys, Challenge! They were moving away to their native place in Patna. They were going away from the land where they were hated, beaten up, their bread snatched away from them by some lingua-fanatics. They had no option but to go back to the land where they starved without jobs, no land, nothing. With that dying feeling, Rahul's dad was playing cards with his only son at the station.
Before he could play the next hand, he heard some loud bangs some where near. Diwali left overs maybe...but that wasn't to be so. That feeling was over the moment they saw people running away everywhere. They tried to comprehend, but by then there were two men with backpacks, one of them wearing a versace tshirt, and holding an AK-47 and walking towards them. They felt as if the MNS had decided to kill people like them. Rahul's mom took him in her arms, but soon he heard her scream. Her blood was on his face. A bullet had pierced her chest. Both fell down, his dad too was down in blood, Rahul was silent. The date was 26/11/2008.
Numerous such Rahuls young and old were all over Mumbai. Numerous of them could never see the next day. So many of them could never walk again. Rahul could never speak again. The Guns' had silenced his voice. He was not a victim of bullets, but a victim of his mother's blood on his face, a victim of seeing his dad die, he was a victim of trauma. So many Rahuls never knew the thing called trauma. The place he last knew was CST. The date they knew was 26/11/2008.
All over Mumbai, people died to the bullets sprayed. And then came the saviors wearing black uniforms. All anger in their eyes, Vengeance in their hearts, Carbines in their hands, in came the security guards. The National Security Guards. The came they saw...but their conquer took time. A lot of time. A lot of lives, a lost heritage, a lost pride, a lost morale, and many lost families. The siege was over. I still remember the loud cheer that people gave for the NSG when they returned after the Nariman Point operation.
One year has passed since then. Many rules changed, many blank spaces. One year when the man with the versace tshirt became the face of terror. The man whose name the world knows. Ajmal Kasab. Ajmal Qasav. Ajmal Kasav. Ajmal Qasab. One year has passed since then, more than 200 died. But this man still lives, complains about the food, laughs at lawyers, laughs at witnesses. For all others, the sepulchral silence still continues. Rahul never spoke again, he lives in an orphanage in Mumbai. The NSG has improved. People have changed. The Taj is open again. But when the Home minister says such attacks will be avoided, such attackers will be put to justice, all that i can say is, "CHALLENGE!".
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Hatred for Hatred
In school, i remember, a question was asked,"
Ma'm, what is the difference between HATE and DISLIKE.??". The Answer i still remember as Kavita Ma'm said,"To dislike is temporary, but hate is unchangeable. It's much harder to hate than just dislike. So, Vishnu, never hate, dislike if you wish"
Those words still move around inside me. But things have changed since then. Today, it seems to be easier to hate than just dislike. Much much easier. Within minutes one hates the other more than one's life. " I Hate you " is heard more often than anything. Look around and you'll find something to hate. Has the world changed this much in so less time.? How do i know!!
But i do know one thing for sure...The world wont have changed if there had been no such thing as hatred. Imagine a world were there were no issues. India would never have been parted. There would've been no enemy, no anger, no fights, no cases, no worries! America would've stayed as it was, the World Trade center still working. The stock market at 50000. No Taliban, No Al-queda. No LTTE, No ULFA, No Maoists. No bandhs no bans no lathicharge. No violence. Somalian waters would become safe. Lebanon war chiefs wouldn't exist. Iraq would be green again. Afghanistan would again become a cultural haven. The Earth would become heaven.
But such a utopia doesn't even exist in our dreams. The word hatred has changed us all. We watch Raj Thackeray's men beat up an elected representative and what do we do.??? Simple!! Just change the channel!! We watch beheading of people...change the channel. We watch lathicharge on students...change the channel. We watch Katrina Kaif...we wont change the channel. We watch Sa Re Ga Ma...we wont change the channel. In the End, it doesn't even matter. May be we hate hatred.
"Hate Hatred before Hatred starts to Hate you!" The paradox remains. We love to hate, we hate to love and there's no such thing as dislike!
Ma'm, what is the difference between HATE and DISLIKE.??". The Answer i still remember as Kavita Ma'm said,"To dislike is temporary, but hate is unchangeable. It's much harder to hate than just dislike. So, Vishnu, never hate, dislike if you wish"
Those words still move around inside me. But things have changed since then. Today, it seems to be easier to hate than just dislike. Much much easier. Within minutes one hates the other more than one's life. " I Hate you " is heard more often than anything. Look around and you'll find something to hate. Has the world changed this much in so less time.? How do i know!!
But i do know one thing for sure...The world wont have changed if there had been no such thing as hatred. Imagine a world were there were no issues. India would never have been parted. There would've been no enemy, no anger, no fights, no cases, no worries! America would've stayed as it was, the World Trade center still working. The stock market at 50000. No Taliban, No Al-queda. No LTTE, No ULFA, No Maoists. No bandhs no bans no lathicharge. No violence. Somalian waters would become safe. Lebanon war chiefs wouldn't exist. Iraq would be green again. Afghanistan would again become a cultural haven. The Earth would become heaven.
But such a utopia doesn't even exist in our dreams. The word hatred has changed us all. We watch Raj Thackeray's men beat up an elected representative and what do we do.??? Simple!! Just change the channel!! We watch beheading of people...change the channel. We watch lathicharge on students...change the channel. We watch Katrina Kaif...we wont change the channel. We watch Sa Re Ga Ma...we wont change the channel. In the End, it doesn't even matter. May be we hate hatred.
"Hate Hatred before Hatred starts to Hate you!" The paradox remains. We love to hate, we hate to love and there's no such thing as dislike!
Friday, October 30, 2009
EGGzams!!
Every year, for every student, comes a time when they run out of time. A time when everyone feels he is suffering from a short term memory loss, a time when everyone hates 2 and half hours more than the entire year,a time when one hates god, when at every moment one feels that his future depends on what he does in the next half hour(though actually it wont ever be!!), a time when the predicament induces a chagrin that persecutes for long, a time when we run out of words, numbers, names, expressions!! This is how i can define the most dramatic moment (a collection of moments, rather) in a student's life, Exam. I prefer calling it EGGzam.
How long could i run away from it, the amnesia that lasts for not more than 3 hours. It was a paper i never liked, (as is the case most of the times). As always, the whole semester i was idle, work-less, worthless, and thanks to the university had 3 days to prepare for the paper(every engineer loves the university for justttt that!!). This is how i studied...rather, this is how you contract a 3 hour amnesia:
Day 0(after the previous paper): 3 din chhutti hai!! aaaj rest!!!!! bahut mehnat ki aaj! I deserve rest!
Day 1: pehle hi din kya padhne ka bey!
call 1: Sid, meri VBD tere paas hai.?
call 2: Damya, meri VBD ghuum gai, extra VBD jama sakta?
call 3: kaddy, me aata tere ghar raatko, mujhe kuchhhh to samjhana, meko kuchh bhi nahi aata!!
Day 2:Aaj section A karta, kal section B, hogaya!! wow what a plan!!
call 1: Sid, kya padh raha.?? kab padhega.? hao kya??? chhod fir me bhi shaamko shuru karta!! kya karraha.?
Day 3:kuchh nahi aata what to do?? what to do?? section A karu ki B.?? shit!!!
call 1: Sid, fattt rahi bey! kuchh bhi nahi aaraha...papers dekhe kya??
call 2: Kad, page 433 dekh, meko kuchh bhi nahi samjha bey!! jama to batana...fattt rahi bey!!
call 3: Damya, hello!! hello!! soya hai kya.? achha theekay soja soja...
And after all that, as everyone would do, pray.!!!! Pray that you sit on the second last bench, pray that section A has all 5 questions on unit 1, pray that it would be the simplest paper ever, pray that the paper has many mistakes so you would get many marks for free, pray that your neighbor has chits, and lastly, pray that the paper gets postponed!
I did all that and in the end, forgot everything!! The paper was the worst i ever saw, all positive attitude etc, drained off. I hated the 3 hrs more than the whole year, i ran out of time, i felt that the whole of my future depends on what i write now, I hated God, I was running short of words names equations, the predicament had induced a chagrin...I was in the middle of the EGGzam...
...I was suffering from the 3 hr amnesia.
How long could i run away from it, the amnesia that lasts for not more than 3 hours. It was a paper i never liked, (as is the case most of the times). As always, the whole semester i was idle, work-less, worthless, and thanks to the university had 3 days to prepare for the paper(every engineer loves the university for justttt that!!). This is how i studied...rather, this is how you contract a 3 hour amnesia:
Day 0(after the previous paper): 3 din chhutti hai!! aaaj rest!!!!! bahut mehnat ki aaj! I deserve rest!
Day 1: pehle hi din kya padhne ka bey!
call 1: Sid, meri VBD tere paas hai.?
call 2: Damya, meri VBD ghuum gai, extra VBD jama sakta?
call 3: kaddy, me aata tere ghar raatko, mujhe kuchhhh to samjhana, meko kuchh bhi nahi aata!!
Day 2:Aaj section A karta, kal section B, hogaya!! wow what a plan!!
call 1: Sid, kya padh raha.?? kab padhega.? hao kya??? chhod fir me bhi shaamko shuru karta!! kya karraha.?
Day 3:kuchh nahi aata what to do?? what to do?? section A karu ki B.?? shit!!!
call 1: Sid, fattt rahi bey! kuchh bhi nahi aaraha...papers dekhe kya??
call 2: Kad, page 433 dekh, meko kuchh bhi nahi samjha bey!! jama to batana...fattt rahi bey!!
call 3: Damya, hello!! hello!! soya hai kya.? achha theekay soja soja...
And after all that, as everyone would do, pray.!!!! Pray that you sit on the second last bench, pray that section A has all 5 questions on unit 1, pray that it would be the simplest paper ever, pray that the paper has many mistakes so you would get many marks for free, pray that your neighbor has chits, and lastly, pray that the paper gets postponed!
I did all that and in the end, forgot everything!! The paper was the worst i ever saw, all positive attitude etc, drained off. I hated the 3 hrs more than the whole year, i ran out of time, i felt that the whole of my future depends on what i write now, I hated God, I was running short of words names equations, the predicament had induced a chagrin...I was in the middle of the EGGzam...
...I was suffering from the 3 hr amnesia.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
War at our doorsteps....inside we sleep.
This weird thought came in my mind when i was watching the 60th National day celebration by China. It was by far the biggest show of military might ever, more than that i had the feeling that i share with many, that it was a show for the world to see. It was a warning to the US and India not to mingle with them or else this is what will play with you!
A really bad feeling persists in my mind that there will be war in not much time. A war that wont be good for India by any means. Who knows, may be a repeat of 1962. Certainly, we won the war against Pakistan in '47, '65, '71 and also in '99, but the situation now is hell different. China has developed like a virus, from nowhere to everywhere. Pakistan has developed its army thanks to the timely aid given by stupid Americans. The US is facing the worst of the recession, and is still spending billions of its money in the much acclaimed but no result cum never ending "War on terror". I wonder how much money they will have in coming years with such a high expenditure.
Nepal, India's supporter in international politics for all these years has a Maoist Government that hates India. Bangladesh has already been sending in terrorists in the east through support from (father)Pakistan. Myanmar never liked India. SriLanka is already torn to pieces. And Now, if War breaks out...God knows...no..everyone knows what would happen.
The moment China attacks India, for its claim on Arunachal and Assam, Pakistan no doubt would seize this golden opportunity(they are well known for that), and attack India from the Northwestern front. Bangladesh and Burma may join Chinese hands( China has been working on that for years). Nepal may betray, who knows. Americans would be forced to support Pakistan(for all AID they've been giving) but since they too are against China, may refrain from doing anything! America, as they have done in both the World Wars, would stay and watch. And would enter only when it nears its end.
So, who will come for India's rescue?? EU?? why? Russia?? They are already starving, still they might support, but China may overpower them(I hope not!). We will be at our own risks. India will have to fight it out all by itself. The moment there is support from Russia, North Korea would help China. Israel, Iran may help Pak, EU may at that stage help India with material. And in no time....it would be a World War. And remember India, Pak, China, Russia, N.Korea, USA, all are equipped with Nuclear weapons!!
And here we are today, finding water on Moon!!! Spending 500cr on Statues! Worried about Austerity!!Pilots fighting for salaries!! People in our own lands don't have water, and we spend 450 cr for finding water on the moon!! And no one cares about where Indian Army stands in technological development. We still use MIGs bought decades ago, Bofors bought in 80s, Tanks used in 72!! Indians seem to be worried about the Champions Trophy. Worried about Rakhi Sawant's marriage! Who would be the next Roadie!!
Hell!.....wake up!! or you would never get a chance to ever wake up from sleep...
A really bad feeling persists in my mind that there will be war in not much time. A war that wont be good for India by any means. Who knows, may be a repeat of 1962. Certainly, we won the war against Pakistan in '47, '65, '71 and also in '99, but the situation now is hell different. China has developed like a virus, from nowhere to everywhere. Pakistan has developed its army thanks to the timely aid given by stupid Americans. The US is facing the worst of the recession, and is still spending billions of its money in the much acclaimed but no result cum never ending "War on terror". I wonder how much money they will have in coming years with such a high expenditure.
Nepal, India's supporter in international politics for all these years has a Maoist Government that hates India. Bangladesh has already been sending in terrorists in the east through support from (father)Pakistan. Myanmar never liked India. SriLanka is already torn to pieces. And Now, if War breaks out...God knows...no..everyone knows what would happen.
The moment China attacks India, for its claim on Arunachal and Assam, Pakistan no doubt would seize this golden opportunity(they are well known for that), and attack India from the Northwestern front. Bangladesh and Burma may join Chinese hands( China has been working on that for years). Nepal may betray, who knows. Americans would be forced to support Pakistan(for all AID they've been giving) but since they too are against China, may refrain from doing anything! America, as they have done in both the World Wars, would stay and watch. And would enter only when it nears its end.
So, who will come for India's rescue?? EU?? why? Russia?? They are already starving, still they might support, but China may overpower them(I hope not!). We will be at our own risks. India will have to fight it out all by itself. The moment there is support from Russia, North Korea would help China. Israel, Iran may help Pak, EU may at that stage help India with material. And in no time....it would be a World War. And remember India, Pak, China, Russia, N.Korea, USA, all are equipped with Nuclear weapons!!
And here we are today, finding water on Moon!!! Spending 500cr on Statues! Worried about Austerity!!Pilots fighting for salaries!! People in our own lands don't have water, and we spend 450 cr for finding water on the moon!! And no one cares about where Indian Army stands in technological development. We still use MIGs bought decades ago, Bofors bought in 80s, Tanks used in 72!! Indians seem to be worried about the Champions Trophy. Worried about Rakhi Sawant's marriage! Who would be the next Roadie!!
Hell!.....wake up!! or you would never get a chance to ever wake up from sleep...
Thursday, September 24, 2009
IITs: Hungry kya.??
Couldn't blog because of exams, blogging now as am bored with these exams!
The Newspapers seem to be having a nice time in this pre-season part of the year with the IITian professors going on a hunger strike to get their pays corrected! Pay? IITian professor? worry? hunger strike? seems absolutely preposterous.
A guy on tweeter said that the govt should not throw peanuts, as they would only end up attracting monkeys. I don't understand why these IITian professors are acting like monkeys by refusing to eat?? And that too for a pay hike? These people should indeed be hungry for knowledge rather than money. IITs are known for the kind of knowledge they give, the researches they conduct successfully, The great Alumni, but now we have IITs on the front pages of newspapers for an issue regarding salaries!! Looks so odd, vague, bohemian, and of course ridiculous!
I read the complete news and it was then i came to know the extent to which these ingenious professors have become ingenuous. They want a 100% pay hike ( I've never seen or heard that happen ). The comparisons they show are that of a Harvard or an Oxford professor's salary with theirs. Sure, they get lesser salaries, no doubt, but i don't understand how these genius professors forgot that the Oxford and the Harvard Universities are the richest universities in the world! They create money for their own. They create a revenue worth millions!! Compared to that, IITs produce NIL!! And now they are on a HUNGER STRIKE for an increase in pay 100%!! No word better that ridiculous can be worth using here.
The IITs and the IIMs are independent, right, but still they are Govt colleges. And interestingly, they (professors)get a pay that is equivalent to a professor's pay at oxford(The professor there gets a salary tantamount with the Govt employee). Moreover, another demand the IITs make is regarding autonomy in selecting permanent teachers and professors. The norm they want is that a PhD who comes there for the job must be given the permanent contract right away (WHYY??). The norm currently used is that the new person must be given a three year temporary status after which if he is suitable be given the permanent job. What's the problem with that!!?? The first time i read this, i felt i had read it wrong, and the IITs demand must have been the second one. I was wrong. The second time i read with assurance and all i could say was "Ridiculous".
I have full respect for the IITs for the quality of education they provide, the students they have, the knowledge they possess. But i feel bad to say that they are acting no less than politicians who end up making stupid demands and follow even more stupid ways to achieve them. JAI HIND!
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Collapsed Anxiety...
Yesterday was one of the most intriguing days for me. An absolutely boring day with nothing new to do than just regret for not being able to wake up early, regrettable studies, regrettable actions,etc. But the way it turned around to make it a day worth living again was something i really enjoyed.
I was bored. All day there was nothing to do. College was no different. But when i came home and looked around for something to eat, my phone rang. An unknown number. A growing sense of anxiety began just then, and i picked it up as fast as i could (the fone!). "Hello, I am Prajakta from Infocepts Technologies, Vishnu your interview with Shashank Sir ( The Chairman )is scheduled for tonight 8 pm. Will you be free?" How could i ever say no!! " Yes of course, no problem." I didn't want to kick that chance away just for a stupid class that i might miss. I said yes and got ready. The Chairman!! that very feeling was enough to trigger a volcano of anxiety.
I reached there in a somewhat formal dress, well combed hair,polished shoes....BUT NO PENN.!!! The collapse of the anxiety began just then...when i entered the cabin, it was cold, the air conditioner was facing me. In front of me was the Chairman! And i must tell you, he did look like one.! No smile on his face whatsoever, a super ironed shirt, super combed hair,and with a soft yet hard voice he asked me to be seated and immediately in a minute he gave me a shocker. An analytical problem...it was then i remembered that i had NO PEN! The collapse of anxiety was inevitable now.
What followed was a complete collapse of the eagerness and the vim that was inside me.He was adamant in the way he was questioning, and i scampered for answers. I was feeling the pressure of sitting in front of a Boss, and i had succumbed to it. He never changed one expression throughout the interview, nor did he even pay attention to my explanations. He was a BOSS.!! A Damn Boss!! An American Indian accent just added to that. In no time i was sweating profusely, and i know he had noticed it, for i was sweating in spite of the air conditioner!
The Interview got over in some time, and i was on my way back. After all the drama that was going on inside me in front of that Boss, all had gone. The internal recession seemed to be over. And by the time i reached home,i wanted to get back in there and talk to him again. The Collapsed Anxiety had just begun a resurrection.
I was bored. All day there was nothing to do. College was no different. But when i came home and looked around for something to eat, my phone rang. An unknown number. A growing sense of anxiety began just then, and i picked it up as fast as i could (the fone!). "Hello, I am Prajakta from Infocepts Technologies, Vishnu your interview with Shashank Sir ( The Chairman )is scheduled for tonight 8 pm. Will you be free?" How could i ever say no!! " Yes of course, no problem." I didn't want to kick that chance away just for a stupid class that i might miss. I said yes and got ready. The Chairman!! that very feeling was enough to trigger a volcano of anxiety.
I reached there in a somewhat formal dress, well combed hair,polished shoes....BUT NO PENN.!!! The collapse of the anxiety began just then...when i entered the cabin, it was cold, the air conditioner was facing me. In front of me was the Chairman! And i must tell you, he did look like one.! No smile on his face whatsoever, a super ironed shirt, super combed hair,and with a soft yet hard voice he asked me to be seated and immediately in a minute he gave me a shocker. An analytical problem...it was then i remembered that i had NO PEN! The collapse of anxiety was inevitable now.
What followed was a complete collapse of the eagerness and the vim that was inside me.He was adamant in the way he was questioning, and i scampered for answers. I was feeling the pressure of sitting in front of a Boss, and i had succumbed to it. He never changed one expression throughout the interview, nor did he even pay attention to my explanations. He was a BOSS.!! A Damn Boss!! An American Indian accent just added to that. In no time i was sweating profusely, and i know he had noticed it, for i was sweating in spite of the air conditioner!
The Interview got over in some time, and i was on my way back. After all the drama that was going on inside me in front of that Boss, all had gone. The internal recession seemed to be over. And by the time i reached home,i wanted to get back in there and talk to him again. The Collapsed Anxiety had just begun a resurrection.
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