A sudden dizziness seizes me...my throat dries up, the very last water molecules seem to mysteriously evaporate and precipitate on my forehead. My palms begin to salivate with nervous anxiety. There is sudden chill in the air and everything goes deadly silent, my ears straining for every possible decibel of approaching footsteps. Empty hallways amplify the very sound of my breathing...tick...tick...tick and the clock on the wall only accentuates my restlessness.
Suddenly I hear footsteps approaching...click clock...click clock...hear the heel turn...I hold my breadth...the time comes near...a door opens and closes and then silence. I find myself in a semi erect position...mythighs bearing the burden and I suddenly realize that no ones there...I take out my handkerchief and gently wipe the sweat off my brow. Silence!
I begin to notice the watch on my wrist from a different perspective. No longer is it the shiny chronograph that I picked up from the showroom. It now becomes the Guillotine...counting down the seconds to my doom. I notice a scratch on the surface of the glass and try my best of remove it. Not that it matters really but I just need something to keep me occupied.
The folder in my left hand is now damp with my sweat. I open it and flip through my resume for the hundredth time...slowly as I go through the certificates I begin to relive some of my memories...those carefree days of college days...where completing assignments on time was the primary responsibility...joking around with friends...endless discussions in the cafeteria...I shake my head trying to come to terms with the irony behind the whole situation.
Finally, after what seems like a lifetime I hear my name called out and I slowly proceed into THE CHAMBER. I enter into a room filled with people examining my resume (which I churned out last night after endless deliberations). Someone approaches me but I are barely able to register the name..Mr Something Something. Details, its all about the details...someone tells me. I simply nod my head in agreement like a little puppy dog. I choose my words very carefully, every word coming out of my mouth is examined with a stethoscope. At times, falling short of words I mumble some inaudible bullshit just to keep the conversation going. After the interviewers squeeze my soul like water from a damp cloth I thank everyone in the room ferociously - perhaps hoping that they at least give me some brownie points just for ass licking.
I return home exhausted, devoid of any human emotions with the feeling that my brains were sucked out with a straw. I toss my folder into a corner and simply collapse onto the bed. A sleepless night awaits me. I go over and over the answers to the questions. What did I say??? Was it the alpha curve or beta curve...damn...I cant seem to remember. Shit I should have answered that question better. Why o why did I mention anything doing an MBA. They are going to fuck my case.
The next day in the office is a haze. I move around like a zombie in a trance...the strong cup of coffee no longer having its desired effect. Last night I took out all the amulets my mother gave me to sport them on my neck perhaps hoping for divine intervention. The very religion that I had scorned for so long now seems to be my only source of salvation. I find my way to the temple something that I have not done in a while to pray wholeheartedly for the job. Please Lord let this be the one...I...I promise to be good...I promise.
To be continued...
