Eat, drink, have fun, get a job.

And thats exactly what I did today in Bangalore, after all these days of chilling out. Well, this time I dint go to my annayya's home, but preferred to stay in ma frnd's room jus 4 fun. I was actually fast asleep at 8 in da morning, when my frnd(senior actually) woke me up sayin' "Im leavin now...2 attend an interview in residency road". Felt like sayin "U bugger,.. spoilt da precious sleep of this nocturnal creature, n expect me to wish u good luck!". But I jus gave him a plastic smile n said "good luck. U'll get it". He said something... I thot he wanted me 2 giv company till the bus-stop till I realisd dat he actually wanted me to attend the interview aswell. "Are u out of senses??? Im still in 3rd yr. How can I?" He went toward da PC n was back in 5 mins wid a paper in his hand. He stretched it out saying "Now u are not". He actually printed a resume' wid my name. It read B.E in CSE. Now dats funny isnt it? It struck me "instead of hangin around here n there at KFC et.al. everyday, y dont u jus go give urself a try. find out if u r really worth something" though a compu job, like sittin in fronta d PC n typin code is not my cup of tea.

Finally, after much apprehension, I left da bed. I jus brushed, washed ma face n set out. Im sooo bloody frank 2 accept dat I dint even change my clothes. There!! dont get scared. the other nite, I slept wid a denim n a Polo. However, I was anything but decent. I dint even comb my hair, n it was all raised like a porcupine's. But that dint matter coz half of the bangalore guys have it dat way...they call it "spikes". We reached there by around 10 am. It was oe hellava building, nothing less than any of those ITC run hotels. It was 11 storeyed, with a wierd shape, a prismatic one probably. I felt like I were in a sci-fi movie. We were late by 5 mins, but were allowed to join da 1st rounda interview in da 9th floor. This fatass interviewer asked us to take da mike, intro ourselves, n then cook up a story, starting with the phrase "when I was walkin down da road". I jus went up there n said some bull shit n got shortlisted 2 da 2nd round. My frnd, poor fella....got rejected :( The 2nd round was'nt plain bullshit like before..... it was intellectual bullshit. We had to write an essay. Did that too, n got shortlisted again. Now there were only 8 of us out of all the 25.

It was then that the actual fun started. We were asked 2 hav a break n then wait 4 da 3rd round. First, we went to the cafe in 10th floor, had coffee, bullied the guard in there, took the TV remote frm him n watched football for about half an hour(it was a plasma). Then we went back to da lounge where we were supposed to wait. There was one B.Arch guy amongst, who was explainin us the building's shape. Then v had a discussion abt how we cud easily demolish dat building(da interviewer shud've heard us...haha). Then v started arguing loudly, so loud dat some1 had 2 come n order us to "shutup" in a corporate manner. One gal insisted we play dumb charades coz dat wud'nt be noisy. I ruled her out sayin "the name itself is dumb". Then, one professional-lukin' guy came n said "u guys must be hungry!! u can eat somethin in the pantry". In a moment, we all were there. The food there was really good, n the place looked nothing less than a pizza hut". I ate a pav-bhaji, a masala dosa, and had a pineapple juice at the end(it was free). It was really gr8 n for the first time in my life, I felt like getting into a job(atleast for the food there LOL).

Then, we completed the 3rd n 4th rounds, conducted by the same fatass buxom interviewer( FBI as v nicknamed her). Along with 4 others, I was selected for the job. They asked us to visit the next day, get our certificates, sign their bond, n take the offer letter. Then it was time to leave. I felt bad while leavin the place. We all exchanged email IDs n said goodbye 2 each other n left. It was all quite an experience worth remembering............