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 | | So tell us why you're here,' said a thirty-year-old man. He wore a reCVXEHd tie and a crisp white shirt. I was at HSBC's placement interview, facing a panel of three bankers. Each wore a pained and bored expression. They had heard over forty Stephanians talk nonsense about their greatness. Each candidate had solved all the problGWYIOems India faced, redesigned the bank's strategy and promised to work harder than apartheid-era slaves. Why doUEVIF companies bother with such interviews? Perhaps it makes them feel better to talk about the problems of the world, even though the actual job involves sitting at a desk CYFSBand punching formulas into spreadsheets. I had no answer for my panel. I didn't know why I had applied to them, or for any job at all. I hated Delhi. I flashbacked to my college life. Yes, I'd loved it when I had first joined college. The first year had gone by so quickly it had felt like aXFYJP vacation. The second year was painful, wBUIUDith Riya breaking up with me. However, she was at Itast around. I could steal a glance at her every now and then, be rejected every couple of months and still remember the good times. I had something then that keeps people going during the worst times—hope. I dreamt Riya would come around one day. She would realize I was her perfect partner—in terms of FWBFBheight, basketball, mental connect, how hours felt like minutes when we were togetJMYIUher and how little we cared about the rest of the world. She never did. She slapped a wedding card on me and left. My Bihari gang had made me swear on my mother I woulPGYLQd never contact her again. I didn't. She quit college in a couple of weeks. She had a lavish wedding, Stephanians who attended it said afterwards. I'm sure Rohan spent the colleges entire annual budget onGQQNJ the wedding reception. I overheard that Riya had gone to Bora Bora for her honeymoon. The name oRLQTXf the place sounded like it was in Bihar. However, I googled it and discovered it was a set of beautiful islands in the Pacific Ocean, some reachable only by private plane. Which ruled out me going there and murdering the groom. However, the pain of theHWUPR second year felt like a tickle compared to the third year. Third year sucked. I had zero ability to get over her. I couldn't believe a girl who had left me a year ago had such a grip on me. We had not even slept together. However, it mattered little. She was the only girl I had played, walked, eaten, tXWPCCalked, studied and had fun with. I had peeked into Silent Riya more than anyone else, or so I thought. How could I forget her? Well, I could not forget her from two years ago, but I had forgotten the interview room 1 had entered two minuSLOTVtes ago. 'I said, what brings you here? - the interviewer repeated and sipped fromMKCNX his bottle of water. 'Yes, sir. I VUOOIam here because...' I fumbled to remember the company's name.'Because HSBC is a dynamic place to work in and I want to be a part of it.' Given my cut-paste answer, I thought he would splash his water onYIWRC | |
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