it was all about placements,
the aspiring ones standing in front of every building's pavements,
the aspiring ones standing in front of every building's pavements,
sometimes a nuisance to the on-looker passing by,
but all that stops when he gets up searching for his tie.....
I don't remember where exactly I found this, but it goes like this “Anyone seen in a bus over the age of 30 has been a failure in life.” Quite rude ? May be... May not be.... I do not intend to comment on that. But definitely has an element of truth in it. Well, when this is the order of the day, one can imagine the fate of thousands of 'just outside the egg' Engineers and not even the hatched ones.... Well, I proudly belong to the 'not yet hatched but will' group of Engineers. (it could be but will /but probably will /maybe, I was just optimistic)
The placement process in the college began in August 4th for our department. Well, on that day, I tell you, I had an insight into human mentality. Clad in formals was every Tom, Dick and Harry either to try and impress God (read recruiter) or because it was compulsory to do so. Girls were kind of grounded, though there were a few here and there who believed that “may be, it will make a difference.”
And when I see all this, I ask “what is all placement about?”. “One of the biggest days of my life” (of course not in terms of length) says somebody, “a day when I will know what my real worth is?” says another. Somebody might even suggest “A historic day in college curriculum when all of us get to wear new clothes on the same day, look into the mirror ten times, pray to god, show a smile with a ton of nervousness inside.”
On this day, I understood something profound and its my take. Men, I mean boys(if you like it that way), despite the maturity that they show in general, tend to become childish by over-believing in their capacities for that one day when it comes down to employment. Certainly, I am not talking about self confidence and you know that. And women (read as girls), who generally show lesser levels of maturity (its their birth right, they probably like it that way) show extraordinary levels of wisdom. I mean, the look on their faces, never suggested a tinge of nervousness. Every glance directed at anybody either intentionally or unintentionally, does not last more than fraction of a second.
The next moment there is a call from the organizers and we all walk in to the examination hall. Plenty of questions, sometimes complex and most of the times highly silly. One from the corner raises his hand to ask if the name can be filled in capitals, while the other from the centre asks if we can press the next button after finishing a page. Now that I know of them, I have come to understand the fact that on a day which decides rest of our career, our mind cannot just rest in peace. It keeps coming up with some complex nonsense basically because it cannot just digest the event.
Twenty minutes pass by, and a guy from the right leaves the hall. There are three possibilities. Firstly, the people sitting inside think this guy is damn good and we are stuck up still and simultaneously the guy leaving the premises thinks “gosh!!! why is it that I did not know even a thing....?”. Secondly, people inside start following him, (they were just waiting for somebody to take the initiative) and the remaining wonder whats wrong. Finally, guy walking out just walks out and people writing continue doing that.
to be continued.......
