He wasn’t looking at me.
‘Bhenchod, dual placement karvaega?’ The asshole wasn’t still looking at me.
I glowered at his hunched back, had I been Superman, it would have sliced him to pieces. But of course that wasn’t the case. Of course, he was going to get his ass selected in this company. After all, he wanted my ex-girlfriend. And my ex-girlfriend, currently, wanted a guy from UOP. I turned away as I watched her wishing him the best wishes that were supposed to be wished when a person wishes to get selected in a company he wishes for.
I winced. My grandpappa would be turning in his grave. I had the blood of a businessman, yet here I was (as my father told me that morning), amongst the pusillanimous pussies, crouching and sniveling for a white-collar job, a cushy one at that. And I hated myself at that moment.
From the day I joined college, I was pretty clear that I wanted to join the family business once my education completes. But that’s the beauty of Campus Recruitment; it makes you doubt yourself and punctures your conviction. Like a domino effect, as your friends start getting selected in Reliance and Essar in a lot, a nagging doubt enters in your mind, ‘Am I freaking doing the right thing? Shouldn’t I go for a job first?’ Then your girlfriend gets selected, so does your best friend, IN THE FUCKING SAME COMPANY. They discover the attractions of potential office-place romance and hit it off leaving a poor guy like me with a broken heart. So here I was, shuffling certificates and filling forms, trying to remember the types of reactors and reflux in the distillation column and looking at, with sinking heart at the latest couple in Chemical Engineering Department at the Maharaja Sayajirao University of Vadodara.
‘Tera to patta kat gaya be,’ Vasava smirked from the other side of the aisle. I showed him the finger; it took him no time to flash his. After all light wasn’t the fastest medium of transmission.
‘Har kutte ka din aata hai,’ I replied loudly. The lovebirds turned.
But then, so did everyone. Behind my back, on stage, Aakash had arrived. He was our Training and Placement Coordinator. With him were the two fattest chemical engineers on Earth and a very hot young lady (mostly from HR!). The other guys from their team were behind them.
‘Good Morning, everyone,’ Aakash said. ‘As you all know we have gathered here for the Recruitment Drive of UOP, a dream company for many of us. We welcome the technical and the HR team of UOP who are going to conduct the interviews. So without further ado, let me hand over the mike to….’
I looked one more time at my arch enemy. THE GAME, MRS. HUDSON, IS ON!
-to be continued
Alienman 