Life after IIT

Job Interview

“Mr. Udit Sharma, Mr. Udit Sharma…” A Man in a suit boot continuously calls this name.
“Abe dumb ass, wake up... Udit Sharma is your name, rex is your nickname, wake up” an inner voice of myself eventually wakes me up. I adjusted my tie, shirt and pant which I borrowed from my wing mates. Except undergarments, today all the items starting right from the tie to the file have been borrowed by someone. If I pull this off, then all the lenders will get credit obviously not in the monetary aspect.

I entered in the room with a gentle smile on my face. I see four panelists sitting on the other side of the table having mischievous smile on their respective faces. One of the panelists had caught my attention since she was a beautiful woman. I adjusted myself at chair and warmly showed my gratitude.
“Good morning ladies and gentlemen” I greeted.
“Good morning” all four of panelist said coherently. I wonder do they teach their employees to speak “good morning” in a coherent manner.
“Mr. Sharma, we have seen your grade card, which doesn’t impress us at all, give us one good reason to hire you” Even before I adjusted myself, the bullet has set off the barrel.
“Aaila, I am very productive.” I defended myself.
“Productive in which way” panelist asked.
“Productive in a way you are thinking”
“Mr. sharma, be specific. “
“In my entire life, I have been very productive to my school, hall and department, they all are happy to have a person like me; I can assure you that I will be very effective and instrumental in the progress of your organization.” I assured them. Though the assurance was absurd, I pulled it off.

After a little dispute and few more questions, eventually they gave a look of satisfaction which assures me I didn’t screw up.


1st day in the office, Mumbai

“Aaila, where the hell I am, After spending four years of rigorous Bhramah Charya Jeevan, this place looks like heaven to me.
I entered in the office in a same manner Akbar would have entered at his Deevane-e-Khaas.
“Wow, this place has abundant supply of chicks; rex, finally god has shown mercy to you.” I said to myself. Only Chuck Noland* can understand my feeling; what I felt after coming back to the civilization.
As soon as I entered, I scanned the whole office and made a mental note about the beautiful girls, rest non males and aunties were already off my list.
“Is this the new guy you were talking about yesterday, is he an iitian, he doesn’t look like that” a girl with curly hair give a side – glance from the corner of her eye to me while gossiping with a beautiful colleague of her.
“Well you can’t really judge a person by his look, don’t worry, let the days pass, we will see his true colors very soon” the girl with straight hair whispered. I heard their whispering, perhaps they wanted me to hear, I grinned at them and they turned away their faces.
Aaila 1st heart attack!!

*Chuck Noland: protagonist of Cast Away, critically acclaimed movie of 2000, starring Tom Hanks

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"Khanna saab wants to see you” a peon informed me while making contorted face.
When you are new in the office, you have to woo even a peon to get the best possible services peculiarly tea.
I stepped out of my cubical and went to Mr. khanna’s room. Mr. khanna is the administrative of this office.
“Welcome to our organization udit. I called you to let you aware with the rules and regulation of this office.” He said proudly. “Udit our organization is like a mammoth family, everybody is free to express himself. The only thing we expect from our employee to give 100% commitment towards their respective work and in return we ensure the growth of their respective career. I expect the same thing from you.”
“Sir, I won’t let you down, I will leave no stone unturned to earn respect for me in your eyes.” I assured which was again absurd.
“Good, it’s pleasure to see your enthusiasm. Udit fill up these forms and then you can go back to your work station.”
After filling up few forms I stepped out of his cabin. I took it as a warning to not mess with him.
On a way, I noticed three pretty girls; they were gazing at me like I am an animal who came out of zoo. They were probably rating me in a scale of 10.

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“Are you the guy from IIT” a middle aged man with a broad mustache on his face asked me while eliminating urine at toilet.
“Yes I am” I responded casually.
“Well it’s pleasure to meet you; I wanted to ask you something”
“Go ahead”
“My daughter is preparing for IIT-JEE, can you give some suggestion for her, it would be very grateful of you” he invoked. People do the conversation to avoid uncomfortable moments while eliminating simultaneously. But this was not at all a comforting question, considering the fact that we were in toilet.
I looked him again from head to toe. He was probably 5’7” with a large belly. I bet half of his body weight contains in his belly only. He has a dark complexion and scary marks on his face.
“So can you give me some suggestion” he repeated.
“Is she beautiful” Though by his look, I figured it out but question came up abruptly.
“What”
aaila, there is an old adage in IIT, 99 percent of world is full of beautiful girls and rest 1 percent is in IIT. Why does he want to increase that 1 percent?
“Nothing, send your daughter to kota” I responded and came out of toilet.
“What kind of guy is he” he whispered while I was stepping out.



To be continued……….