Friday, 29 April 2016

My First, Second, Third and Fourth Interviews

June 2, 2008:
Place : My college
Time :1.30 PM

      I had cleared the Apti round of SoftSys on-campus recruitment drive and was waiting for my HR round. Since it was on-campus, we didn’t have to go through a technical round. Though I had attended quite a many mock interviews, it was to be my first official interview and I was indeed nervous.

      After waiting for a long time outside the interview room, I was summoned in by the HR. Post the formal introductions, the interviewer asked me to sign in my resume.

      “Is this signature really needed or is it just to check if I am nervous?” I should have asked , but instead I blatantly signed it with a visibly, terribly shivering hand. My God! She knew I was nervous.

       She smiled and shot her question,

      “So, you being an ECE engineer, why an IT job?”

      [Damn, that was such a simple question. All of my class mates had a ready-made answer prepared for that . Me, being the typical me, was so stubborn on answering the questions on the go, without preparations, for the thrill of it, and was sitting like a fool]

      “Why an IT industry?” she asked again.

      “Because yours is the first company which has come for recruitment to my college and I didn’t wanna miss it” No I didn’t tell this answer. I just had it in the back of my mind :)

      “Because its blooming well now… and I have a good scope” I blurted

      “Like what?” she gave a piercing look.

      “Like… you know, mother board.. processors..” I was losing it.

      “That’s hardware. I asked about software”

      “Oh.. yeah.. Can I pass this question? “ my sheepish smile sent her the message.

       That was followed by so many other questions with me giving stupid answers for each and everyone of them. I was really making a mess of it.


       I was trying to bring her to my comfort zone, while she was trying the other way around and finally losing her cool, she asked in a stern voice.

       “Are you even satisfied with the answers you are giving me?”

       “NO” I shook my head like a loser.

       “With all that you have mentioned in your resume, I expect more from you”

       “Oh, am a good story teller you know” [Do you think I would have said that ?]

       She gave me one final chance to talk about anything I liked and I chose to talk about Dan Brown and Angels and Demon. I confused her further. The interview came to an end.

       “All the best” she wished me as I left.

       “You mean for the next company? “ I really wanted to ask.

       I was dejected as I walked out.

       I was in the waiting room, when I was called again for another interview. Come on.. how many of us get a second chance for a Softsys interview ?

       I was much confident this time or pretended to act so.

       “Do you read magazines?” the interviewer asked

       “Oh! Yeah, every week” I was enthusiastic.

       “Do you read Electronics for you or any other such technical magazines regularly?” he rephrased the question.

       “Oh, those type of magazines. i thought  like Kumudham and Kunkumam, that will be a no”

       “Hmmm fine. You are an electronics engineer, tell me how would you calculate the distance between Delhi and Chennai?”

       “Catch a flight, travel the distance and with the time taken find the distance” I answered proudly.
   
       “Any other way?”
   
       “Transformers? Signals ?” I said in a pleading tone.
   
       “Well.. how do you update yourself with modern technology?” he asked the next question.
   
        “By reading novels” I gave the dumbest answer ever possible.
     
        “Novels ??!!” I can never ever forget the reaction on his face on hearing that.
        
         “I mean like.. yeah.. Angels and Demons.. LHC, Anti matter, today fiction, tomorrow reality thing”
          
         “Oh man!”
          
          And yes, your guess is correct. I walked out sadly and was made to sit in the waiting room.

Half An hour Later:

     I was called again for a third  interview. Seriously, who would get such a chance ? But I, was frustrated and irritated to the core.

     My Placement Officer saw me waiting outside the interview room and wished me good luck.

    “Thanks sir and its the third time I’m being interviewed” I should have said with a sad face.

    “What ?” his face turned pale.

     I just smiled.

    “Just be yourself.. Express what you are , alright? All the best” saying, he left.

     The third interview was more of a composed and calm one, but I was in no mood to answer. I wanted to walk out already.

      “Whats your greatest plus point?” he asked me.

       [Making the world believe that i dont exist.. no wait, Putting up a brave face even after all these shambles] That’s my mind voice
       
      “Learning from mistakes. I just analysed why I‘m here for a third interview and I know now where I went wrong” No people, I didn’t tell this answer, I never would, come on, keep up with my character. As usual I blurted out some non sense.
      
       “You have any questions for me?” he asked finally.

        “No sir” saying, I left the room.

        Outside the room, I burst out to my friend

        “Why the hell they do this to me?  If they don’t want me, cant they just leave me in the first interview? Why troubling me thrice?"

         “No Dan, they don’t wanna leave.. that’s the point” she was trying hard to console me.

         “I am not gonna make it anyway!” I gave a dejected smile.

June 9,2008:
Time : 3.00 PM

    This time it was Cognizant. As is the usual case, I had cleared the Apti round and was waiting for the HR interview.       

     “Introduce yourself” as always, that was the first question.

      I took a deep breath and orated those familiar lines which I had memorized well.

      “You have got nice marks back in school and why has your percentage gone down in college?”

      “Coz in school I was mugging up things, but here I understand the concept and learn” I blurted the biggest lie of my life, understanding engineering and learning ??

    “Your favorite subject?”

     “Antennas and wave guides”

     “Any other?”

     “Control system”

     “Any other, how about Micro Processor?”

     “No I don’t!”

     “Ok then tell me the uses of Micro Processor”

     “What?   Uses… well…”  That was such a simple question and I was blinking hard and looking all around. 

     “You told you understand concepts and learn?”

     “Yeah, can I take back what I said?”

     He took a breath and asked, “what is DSP?”

     “It is the process of Digitizing a signal.. so that..”

     He interrupted me and asked, “what is DSP?”

     “You mean, as in Digital Signal Processing?”

     “Correct”

     “Thank you, I always knew I was a genius !” I smiled.

     The interview was over. It lasted not more than three minutes. It cast some serious doubt waves again.

     We were sitting in the waiting room after my interview was over, when one of my friends came with that authentic information.

     “Your panel was the rejection panel” he gave me the shock.

     “Are you serious?”

     “They were talking so and that’s why you were interviewed in such a quick time. I had a half an hour interview”. He said proudly.

     ”Oh no” I was heart -broken.

June 10,2008:
Time 11.30 AM :

     It was the day the results of the interviews were to be announced. I was sitting with bated breath, along with my other friends in that large auditorium. Our placement officer was having the results in his hands.

     He took out the list in his hand and was reading out the names aloud, one by one - the Softsys recruits first. And my name was not in the list as expected. How in the world will it be there?

     He took out  second list and was reading out the names. Most of my friends’ names were read out and to my greatest dismay, mine was not. I was half dead. My friends were consoling me.

     Our placement officer then came up with a third list. A list of students who got placed in both the companies and I sharpened my ears to listen keenly.

     Bless my soul.. I heard my name.. Or was that my name? Yes… I was relieved !

     Till date I am not sure how both the companies selected me , it’s a mystery and here I am, completing 7 years with Cognizant after deciding to choose Cognizant over Softsys. Here I am, pursuing my ambition to write and here I am.


     SCOOP News : The guy who underwent the 30 minutes interview didn’t get selected !!

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The Eternal Eluder - Episode 2

Read the previous Episode here

Episode 2 :

I could sense the shock in her eyes, her voice and her face. Sandhya was clueless confused.

“Chill Sandy,.. relax. Now, lower your voice and listen carefully”

“Yeah, tell me” she was still in the state of shock.

“Am planning to destroy the database of this company.. destroy all its contents and bring the company to a stand-still and ruin this establishment “

“Are you serious ?” she lowered her voice.

“Very much ! “

“Do you even think this is possible Dave?  Do you think its an easy job ? This is one of India’s largest Chemical manufacturing unit.. The database and its contents will be well protected.”

“Yeah.. I know all that crap..all I need is the access to the server room and the login ID and password of the main server”

“Forget it.. just sit and play your games.”

“I need your help.. I see that Anand is a flirt and he is running behind you.. I believe you would be able to get me the log In ID and password details.”

“In your dreams.. Chalo.. I have installed the software.. continue playing your game.” Saying she got up to leave.

“Sure babes!”

“Dont call me babes! And were you really serious about whatever you said ?”

“naah.. just kiddingJ “ I gave a sheepish smile.

She left the place with a smile.

I sat back in my chair, stretched my legs and began to play solitaire, again. I was seated in an isolated place such that no one would be able to look into my system nor hear what I speak.. Some are born lucky.

An hour should have passed when Greemin came to my place. He was also an apprentice, a tech – freak , and was in NSS support. He was lean, fair, had a moustache and looked like the guy who would take nothing seriously.

“Day dreamer David ! What doing boss ? No work ?” he asked me.

“Having loads Greemin.. and wondering how I’m gonna finish of this game!”

“hmmm.. you know how true the saying is, that the idle mind is the devil’s workshop!”

“What ?”

“And you want to destroy CMPL.. Just like that !”

“Oh.. ha ha ha.. Sandy told you ?”

“Yeah !”

Greemin was a common friend of us. I was good with people and could easily befriend them in a short span. Greemin and Sandy became close to me in just a month.

“I was just kidding with her dude “ I replied with that same sheepish smile.

“But I thought it was for real” there was a sense of seriousness in his tone.

“Would you join with me if it were for real ?”

“Whats the motive ?” he asked me

“Its not the motive that matters.. but the moolah.. you’ll get five..” i showed my five fingers to him.

“Lakhs ?”

“Crores ! If we are gonna finish this job we will each get 5 crores!”

“Oh.. My.. GOD !” Greewin could hardly sink in what he had heard.


Wednesday, 27 April 2016

The Eternal Eluder

This is a fictitious story. Its a techno thriller which i wrote four years ago. It has 12 parts. Read them an let me know your thoughts :)


Episode -1

“It’s a pride to be working in the same company as that of your dad’s, when he is not owning it. It is a feeling which words can’t explain well.” I experienced it when I got an offer to do an apprentice in CMPL, [Chemical Mercenaries Public Limited], one of India’s Navaratna Companies ; a Fortune 50 company with an annual turnover of about 2.3 Billions .

The company had its branches all over India, but the main branch (head office) was in Chennai, where I had got my offer. I was assigned to the ERP department, which was in the IC building. My dad was working in the 19th building. The branch had a total of 24 buildings. IC building was considered to be the main building as the server was placed in it. I came to know of all these as days passed by.

My apprenticeship was to be done for a year and at the end of it, I will get a completion certificate or even a permanent job, depending upon my performance the money I was ready to shell out and the top level people who could recommend for the same. Central government jobs were definitely not that easy to obtain.

It had been a month since I joined CMPL. I was playing Solitaire with intense, when I was interrupted by Sandhya. She was my colleague, another Graduate Apprentice who was working in the IC department. She was 5’ 6, wheatish, had a mole in her right cheek and a stunning physique. She was dressed up in the navy blue uniform which all Graduate apprentices are to wear.

She did her schooling in an Anglo-Indian school, which explained her diction in the English language. Though she was an engineering graduate, her aspirations were to do MBA abroad and get into the field of Digital marketing, just like every other engineer.

“Hey Dave.. games as usual ? You are Rockelling life dude !” She teased me.

“Yeah Sandy.. what else can I do, I don’t get to carry files like you and roam around and disturb everyone in the name of installing software.” I gave it back to her.

“Duh.. That’s my job, halfwit” saying she gave me a pat on my head with her file.

“Ouch.. now you gotta pay for that!” I acted as if it pained.

“Enough.. Get up now.. I need to install a software!” she insisted.

“As if I would start working after the installation.. Why don’t you install a few games ?”

“You know what ? You.. you should have been given this job.. you lazy bugger”

“Some people are born lucky !” I smiled.

“Come on.. get up“ she said firmly and then I obliged.

She sat in my chair and logged off my system, then logged in using the admin password.
I tried to sneak into the password as she typed, but she cleverly hid my view.

“Sandy.. Whats the password ?” I asked.

“Screw You !” she replied without looking at me

“That’s a nice password, who kept it ? “

“Not funny.. not at all..” she started to get busy with the installation.

“Why don’t you tell me the password?” I asked.

“Why should I ?”

“What if I give you a diary milk?”

“Nope”

“Two diary milks ?”

“Not enough !”

“Do you have access to the main server room, Sandy ? ”

“Nope, only Anand and Swaroopa have!”

“Oh Okay.. so…. will we be able to log in to the server using this password ?”

“No.. that has another password.. only they both know that! But wait, why are you asking me all these questions now ?”

“What if I want to log into the main server and corrupt the database? ”

“What ? “ She nearly screamed !

I paused for a moment, made sure no one was around, lowered my voice, looked at her eyes and spoke in whispers.

“Demolishing this CMPL empire.. Just like that.. What do you think? ”

“What the hell ?“ she shrieked.

To be continued..





Sunday, 24 April 2016

[55 F] - Confessions

He was extremely irresistible . I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He came close and held me tight. I felt a burning sensation. His lips were tempting. I closed my eyes and went close, when his nicotine filled breath turned me off. I resisted, but he ignored and kissed me. I sputtered as my soul left…

Title : Confessions of a Cigar.

Message : Even the Cigar doesnt likes to be smoked, QUIT SMOKING !!

Friday, 22 April 2016

Being the absent minded professor

“What is this ?? you are being such an absent minded professor !” Mrs.Nesa Joy, my 12th standard teacher commented in a sarcastic tone.
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Albert Einstein, G.B. Shaw, Issac Newton, Archimedes and quite a few geniuses, shared a unique character trait – absent mindedness. I feel extremely elated to be experiencing the ethos of that elite group (how many ‘e’s). Few of them have forgotten their belongings, their addresses, their relations’ names, and sometimes even their own names. Following their footprints, I have forgotten a flurry of things all through my life.

Though I have forgotten and lost many a thing, I have never been in a loss to forget things that I have lost, being absent minded.

The list includes hundreds of erasers, fifties of pencils, twenties of scales and tens of pens. I will try to recollect and reminisce a few in this post.

Some day in 1999 :

1.   “Child labor is a crime and a disgrace to the country”, I strongly opine this thought.

But I was made to endure such labors myself, by my very own parents when I was just eleven years old !! They asked me to carry two heavy bags ; one in each hand, as we came from the bazaar to the bus stop, after finishing our New Year Shopping. One bag had mom’s saree and the other one- some bed sheets and pillow covers.
                                            

My parents boarded a wrong bus at first and i followed them. Realizing their mistake soon, they got down and hurried me to get down as well and we boarded another bus which was heading towards our place.

We reached home after half an hour, when my dad found that the bag with the bed sheets and pillow covers, was missing. My mom and dad stared at me…I thought hard and hard and hard, never realizing that I had left them in the first bus we boarded.

My dad took away all my savings from me as a punishment. He would never knew that it was my first reward for my absent mindedness.

Another Day in 2000 :

2.   I remember well that it was rainy season. I remember it because, it was raining. It was raining and I didn’t have an umbrella. I didn’t have it, because I left it at school. I left it there because.. yes, I am absent minded. My mother, this time, upgraded herself from ‘just a stare’, to a ‘stick wielding samurai’..

           

A proud present,for the prince of powerless mind. (How many P’s)   

Okay its 2005 now :

3.    I had grown up to be the smartest physically. I was in my 12th standard then.

One fine day I accidentally left my umbrella (a new one) in the class room and went home. The next day, surprisingly, I found it in the very same place I had left it in the class. That same day, I left my rain coat ( which I had brought, assuming that the umbrella was lost) on some random scooter that was parked in the road near my tuition centre and went upstairs for the class. Again , surprisingly, when I came back after an hour I found it on the scooter, untouched. Holy divine intervention !!

The next day, I left my umbrella in a random bike in school, as I was combing my hair in its mirror and went upstairs to my class. After a while, I had a panic attack, realizing that the umbrella was missing, I wrecked havoc in the class and made everyone to get into a hunting mode and search for the umbrella.

When my class teacher inquired about all the uproar, I told her..

”Ma’am.. Day before yesterday I lost my umbrella, yesterday my rain coat and today again my umbrella”, I believe I should have said with pride.

“What is this, you are being such an absent minded professor”,Mrs.Nesa Joy, my 12th standard class teacher said sarcastically.        

                         
The whole class laughed. I bowed to take the applause.  I never found that umbrella, it was lost for sure, forever this time.

  “The umbrella is now lost        

Your thrashings are going to be vast” I heard one of the geniuses say !!
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I could go on and on with my adventures. But looks like I am forgetting the things which I hopelessly hoped I would never forget. However, I still remember losing two purses (with money, but more than that my pretty passport size photo in that) a basket, with two Tiffin boxes, two water bottles, two towels (now don’t ask me why two-a-piece, that was just a back up plan, in case I lost one… and I lost both !!) .

People with such absent mindedness will eventually achieve greatness. So console yourself, you have just read a few pages from a great personality’s autobiography (What a finish..) 

So, Do you have the greatness in you ?? If yes, share the list of things you have  lost.


Thursday, 21 April 2016

Janu

She isn’t the most beautiful girl in the world.. but her smile could enslave the cruelest soul.. Her dance movements are the most silliest, but those were enough to better the best dancers. Her singing was never the best, but she would give Lata Mangeshkar a run for her money..

She is Janu, A sweet, cute, bubbly, angel on earth. I met her for the first time in RajniKanth Old age home.. I wondered at first what a girl of her age was doing there. But as fate would have it, her Mom was abandoned by her husband and they took refuge in the home. But there was never a tint of sadness in her eyes! She was happy and was making everyone around her happy !!

When I saw her with so much of energy, running all around, I pulled her to my side and made her sit on my lap.. She didn’t hesitate.. I began to pose my usual questions..

‘Whats your name darling ?”

“Chandini, but my friends call me Janu”

“Great, then I will also call you as Janu.. shall we be friends ?”

“Hmmm.. “ She slightly nodded her head..

Janu was seven years old, wheatish, had a cropped hair and probably the best smile in the world..

“So Janu, whats the thing you like the most ?”

“My mom !” came the instant reply

‘Do you like me ?”

She didn’t reply for that question, but took my cap from me and put it on her head and asked me to take snaps of her !

I obliged and clicked the beauty in my mobile camera.

“Whats your name ?” She asked me.

“Dani!”

“Dani ? Dani or Tonic ? I will call you Donic henceforth !”

“Whats that Donic ?”

“Don’t know.. but you are anymore donic anna.. donic anna !” saying she ran around me.. I laughed from my heart after a long time. There was a positive vibe around her. She filled the surrounding with a positive energy. Every body loved her.

She then went inside the house, when one of the Grandmas told me Janu’s story.

“Janu’s mom is pregnant now and was sent-away from her home by Janu’s dad..Janu is very shrewd and smart.. every day Janu used to tell her mom that she will study well ,  go to a good job and take care of her in the best possible way.. She says all this at this tender age of 7 !”

I was shocked and surprised to hear all those..

Janu became very close to me even at our first meet. She didn’t allow anyone else to sit on my lap. My lap was exclusively reserved for her.  She loved me, just as I loved her.

I go to the old age home on alternate weeks. Two weeks after my previous visit, I went there again. Janu was very excited to see me and came running towards me and hugged me. She was running berserk calling me, ‘Donic anna.. donic anna’ I began to play with her, took photos of her and she sat in her prestigious place on my lap.

She then danced for us all, sang and entertained the gathering. She was very cute in the red color tops she wore that day. She kissed me as I left for the day. I departed with no heart to leave. My thoughts were filed with her, about her courage, her energy, her thoughts and her words to console her mom. She was different !!

Another Two Weeks  Later :

I made the visit to the Old age home and was very excited to see Janu and hugged her. But she didn’t respond nor react to me. I was taken aback. She didn’t talk to me nor did she sit in her pristine place. I was worried much. I called her and made her sit on my lap and asked her,

“Wont you talk to me ?”

“I will”

“Wont you sit on my lap “

“No “

“If you don’t sit, I will not talk to you”

“OK” she said without any reaction and left me and went and sat near another volunteer.

I couldn’t take it. I was so upset. I wondered how kids forget people and the happenings so quick ! I was restless and disturbed.

Some Twenty Minutes Later :

I met Janu’s mom and inquired about her well-being when she asked me that unexpected question.

“What did you do my kid ?”

“What ? Well.. nothing why ?” I was shocked.

“She was asking for you all the time last week! She was so upset that you didn’t come and she didn’t eat properly !”

“Really ? “ I felt a lump in my throat.

“Even this week she was waiting for you and asking me from morning whether you would come”

“But she never talked to me!” I told her mom, as my eyes were searching for her in the crowd and found her.

“She is angry on you as you didn’t come last week.. I am wondering what you did to my girl !”

“Oh my god ! I did nothing to her” saying so I ran towards Janu and hugged her and lifted her in my arms and kissed her.

“Baby.. are you angry on me ? Did you miss me sweety ? I will come regularly anymore and meet you.. here take these sweets..”

She didn’t want the sweets, but my lap to sit on. She didn’t get down from my lap till I left and began to talk to me like the previous times and began to play with me. It was bliss, happiness beyond measure, it was something I cannot in words.. She took me to another world, the world of having a sister. It takes time and patience to understand kids.  Its easy to conquer a world as against understanding a child’s heart, but one needs to have the heart of a kid to win the world !

I kissed her and bade her god bye (She asked her mom’s permission and then kissed me :) )





Two Weeks Later :

With lot of expectations and a couple of toys and few chocolates I visited the Old age home. But to my disappointment, I was greeted with the message that Janu and her mom had left the home. Janu’s dad had took them back with him. I didn’t knew how to react. I was happy for her. She would be with her dad and she would have a secured and a better future. I prayed for her well-being and for her dad to be with her always.

I am not sure whether I would ever meet her again.. I am not sure whether she would remember me If we meet. .I am not sure whether she would behave to me the same way if she remembers me.. But Janu will always remain close to my heart.. The human heart is too tender and it is because of such relations and people, that the world is still a beautiful place to live on !



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Wednesday, 20 April 2016

[55 F] - The Little Mermaid

I plunged into the Ocean and reached the very bottom, when I saw her.
I froze and couldn’t believe my eyes.
Mermaid !
I swam in silence, close behind her, not to disturb.
When she turned around to see.
I gave a gentle, friendly smile… trying to impress.
“OMG !! Shark !” she screamed !
-Dan's 55 Fiction