Yesterday the previous day was quite a stunning day for me, but ye (the) yesterday night was more like a bizzare to life, in blackout.
I would never loose to any of 'em interviews earlier before, but late night, i admit got certainly lost to #spectraforce. Really ain't know what went wrong, and what just happened so sudden, and fast around, but whatever it is, the thing that i know by now is: "The world ain't care of... who you are, or what you've been in your past. It only wants "perfection", & perfection never gives second chance".
Had an interview in #spectraforce company late night. For its iind round was i being selected outta 150+ students throu' this fuckin' campus placement, but unfortunately, nothing went the way i had fuckin' expected not from the interviewer but from --- the fucking real me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Before sayin' much on this, let me share something here around in words:
Back in 2015, during those final years of my graduation, i got blessed with too many fruitful opportunities of life. Every day was more like a "luck" to me, and one by one, i got embarked on stepping up with the ladder of success, & moving ascends in a hope to reach beyond horizons. After cracking some of the very first interviewsssssssssss of my life, my confident reached at the apex of extreme, &... don't ev'n know how, but as time accumulated by, my confident got preceded by over-confidence, & in b/w that, i would utterly loose the fuckin' real me... somwhere in the cliches of mindfulness.
Perhaps, besides of being loosen, quite obviously, i kinda fuckin' loved this new "confidence" or so-called "over excitement in the name of being over-confidence" gotten by "The Deception Of Mind".
However, yet indeed it's also true sayin' that sometimes...
"... we never know what exactly we're goin' throu'
life's no mess, but we being messed up, & imbued...
with the figments of mind.. which barely come true
instead, we keep dreamin' on such deception of mind
& loose our true selves somewhere, may be, in me? or you?
cos, sometimes, we really never know what exactly we're goin' throu'."
(back to the thread)
Yesterday, i got rejected in an interview... FOR THE very fuckin' FIRST TIME in my life. And after being rejected, i realized... how fast the time has gone, & how easily i'm being stoned.
cos... nothing went the way i had expected it to be .Everything just got me lost into something i never wanted to be a part of.
Ps. I
Sometimes, rejection is must in life not to get you more dumper, but to make ya understand the real you deep inside, & re-scrutinizin' yourself what exclty you goin' throu'.
Ps. II
You needa... NOT TO be a part of the same race everybody else just keep racing throu'. May be, the company wasn't for me nor was i for that company. When i would just entered the room, i saw everybody was, like, students.... sitting around in front of their computers', & keep staring at 'em screens'... QUITElLY, but a bit talkingly, and typing and blah blah blah around. I ain't ev'n saw... not ev'n the single face that has fuckin' smile on it. Everybody was looked quite distressed, and much depressed as well. Some were blabbering and talkin' around, but not the way we causally talk.
One freakin' male-worker was consistently shouting at one female-coworker sitting somewhere at the back side. Don't know why, but urgh... it was quite weird to hear the words he was cracking on that GURL. The gurl (girl) was ev'n telling him not to say more, but he was keep continuing questioning on her words, and the breath of that gurl was getting cocky!!
It was the very worse moment of my life when i realized, how disgusting it is or could be to work in private sectors esp. FOR LADIES, may be, it's cos... the hunger of us men's already reached beyond our limits we were proverbially born with, & have already forBIDDEN the VOV -- the value of (being) virtuoso.
Life's not race, but a game, & can be very horrific esp. for ladies if they act carelessly in it. Ah... whatever!
Late night was just more like a nightmare to me, perhaps... i'm happy that i'm walked throu' it, but a bit sad 'bout thinking on it being rejected. The reason behind my rejection was quite funny, i had just used a single word of hindi, when my interviewer asked me if i've any question to ask 'bout the company. Everything went great. It was just a finale round, but sometimes, i guess, you can't compete your fate that comes in the wake of luck, in life.
My interviewer: "Do you want to ask anything 'bout company?"
And i said, "bas... " (no, i said "NO" in my own native language, but also in a diff. & a causal way)
He "reacted": "Hindi is not allowed in this company"
"Oh, i see, well, i beg your pardon, sir," i replied.
"It's okay. No problem," he replied.
I went outside the room. Few minutes later, a lady (hot gurl) named "Ridhika" came on by, and took me to another room. No-one was there.
And she asked, "How was your interview?"
Me: "My interview was good, but i made a lilttle mistake. I used ONE WORD OF HINDI in last, when he asked me if i've any question to ask regarding this company, and i said, "bas... "
Ridhika: Yes, and sir said also the same to me. Shivam, you used hindi so we can't hire you cos.. we deal with USA clients, and you have to talk in english.
Me: "So.. hindi's not allowed here not ev'n a SINGLE WORD?"
Ridhika smiled, and said, "Yes.. hindi's not allowed. Sorry... we won't be able to hire you for this job."
(For a moment, i was like, Not ev'n a SINGLE WORD? Urgh, that's quite wierd. I don't ev'n know how people or employees of that company might be doin' job under such pressure. Now i think, that if i would ev'n got selected, i'd have resigned off that job with time for sure, cos... i'm kinda not so habitual of listening lectures, neither done anything under such pressues at all. I just do what i find so valuable doin'. I believe, as long as you doin' anything but also with freedom and own consent, you're doin' good. Once you started doin' work under pressure or without your own freedom, you're lost! I've already been lost back in gone days. Ain't wanna get lost again at all.)
It wasn't that embarrasing moment for me. The most embarrasing part of "LATE NIGHT" was when i went outta her room, walked down the stairs, and everybody was staring at me around, and i was like, "aaj toh gya." Latter, i just kept my chin down, walked away. Ev'n the sercurity guard of the main gate was keep looking at me, may be, he knew that i wasn't the one being rejected! lol
And today, on 2nd, feb, 2017.... when i replay those moments again on my mind, i really feel very urgh, and question myself: "why the hell i just... just.... ah.. leave it!"
Nothing im gonna get outta it. Let's turn the chapter, and move on! Yesterday brought allot of bad things. Let's see what Morrow gonna have to bring, of course, in good things. Fingers crossed!
I would never loose to any of 'em interviews earlier before, but late night, i admit got certainly lost to #spectraforce. Really ain't know what went wrong, and what just happened so sudden, and fast around, but whatever it is, the thing that i know by now is: "The world ain't care of... who you are, or what you've been in your past. It only wants "perfection", & perfection never gives second chance".
Had an interview in #spectraforce company late night. For its iind round was i being selected outta 150+ students throu' this fuckin' campus placement, but unfortunately, nothing went the way i had fuckin' expected not from the interviewer but from --- the fucking real me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Before sayin' much on this, let me share something here around in words:
Back in 2015, during those final years of my graduation, i got blessed with too many fruitful opportunities of life. Every day was more like a "luck" to me, and one by one, i got embarked on stepping up with the ladder of success, & moving ascends in a hope to reach beyond horizons. After cracking some of the very first interviewsssssssssss of my life, my confident reached at the apex of extreme, &... don't ev'n know how, but as time accumulated by, my confident got preceded by over-confidence, & in b/w that, i would utterly loose the fuckin' real me... somwhere in the cliches of mindfulness.
Perhaps, besides of being loosen, quite obviously, i kinda fuckin' loved this new "confidence" or so-called "over excitement in the name of being over-confidence" gotten by "The Deception Of Mind".
However, yet indeed it's also true sayin' that sometimes...
"... we never know what exactly we're goin' throu'
life's no mess, but we being messed up, & imbued...
with the figments of mind.. which barely come true
instead, we keep dreamin' on such deception of mind
& loose our true selves somewhere, may be, in me? or you?
cos, sometimes, we really never know what exactly we're goin' throu'."
(back to the thread)
Yesterday, i got rejected in an interview... FOR THE very fuckin' FIRST TIME in my life. And after being rejected, i realized... how fast the time has gone, & how easily i'm being stoned.
cos... nothing went the way i had expected it to be .Everything just got me lost into something i never wanted to be a part of.
Ps. I
Sometimes, rejection is must in life not to get you more dumper, but to make ya understand the real you deep inside, & re-scrutinizin' yourself what exclty you goin' throu'.
Ps. II
You needa... NOT TO be a part of the same race everybody else just keep racing throu'. May be, the company wasn't for me nor was i for that company. When i would just entered the room, i saw everybody was, like, students.... sitting around in front of their computers', & keep staring at 'em screens'... QUITElLY, but a bit talkingly, and typing and blah blah blah around. I ain't ev'n saw... not ev'n the single face that has fuckin' smile on it. Everybody was looked quite distressed, and much depressed as well. Some were blabbering and talkin' around, but not the way we causally talk.
One freakin' male-worker was consistently shouting at one female-coworker sitting somewhere at the back side. Don't know why, but urgh... it was quite weird to hear the words he was cracking on that GURL. The gurl (girl) was ev'n telling him not to say more, but he was keep continuing questioning on her words, and the breath of that gurl was getting cocky!!
It was the very worse moment of my life when i realized, how disgusting it is or could be to work in private sectors esp. FOR LADIES, may be, it's cos... the hunger of us men's already reached beyond our limits we were proverbially born with, & have already forBIDDEN the VOV -- the value of (being) virtuoso.
Life's not race, but a game, & can be very horrific esp. for ladies if they act carelessly in it. Ah... whatever!
Late night was just more like a nightmare to me, perhaps... i'm happy that i'm walked throu' it, but a bit sad 'bout thinking on it being rejected. The reason behind my rejection was quite funny, i had just used a single word of hindi, when my interviewer asked me if i've any question to ask 'bout the company. Everything went great. It was just a finale round, but sometimes, i guess, you can't compete your fate that comes in the wake of luck, in life.
My interviewer: "Do you want to ask anything 'bout company?"
And i said, "bas... " (no, i said "NO" in my own native language, but also in a diff. & a causal way)
He "reacted": "Hindi is not allowed in this company"
"Oh, i see, well, i beg your pardon, sir," i replied.
"It's okay. No problem," he replied.
I went outside the room. Few minutes later, a lady (hot gurl) named "Ridhika" came on by, and took me to another room. No-one was there.
And she asked, "How was your interview?"
Me: "My interview was good, but i made a lilttle mistake. I used ONE WORD OF HINDI in last, when he asked me if i've any question to ask regarding this company, and i said, "bas... "
Ridhika: Yes, and sir said also the same to me. Shivam, you used hindi so we can't hire you cos.. we deal with USA clients, and you have to talk in english.
Me: "So.. hindi's not allowed here not ev'n a SINGLE WORD?"
Ridhika smiled, and said, "Yes.. hindi's not allowed. Sorry... we won't be able to hire you for this job."
(For a moment, i was like, Not ev'n a SINGLE WORD? Urgh, that's quite wierd. I don't ev'n know how people or employees of that company might be doin' job under such pressure. Now i think, that if i would ev'n got selected, i'd have resigned off that job with time for sure, cos... i'm kinda not so habitual of listening lectures, neither done anything under such pressues at all. I just do what i find so valuable doin'. I believe, as long as you doin' anything but also with freedom and own consent, you're doin' good. Once you started doin' work under pressure or without your own freedom, you're lost! I've already been lost back in gone days. Ain't wanna get lost again at all.)
It wasn't that embarrasing moment for me. The most embarrasing part of "LATE NIGHT" was when i went outta her room, walked down the stairs, and everybody was staring at me around, and i was like, "aaj toh gya." Latter, i just kept my chin down, walked away. Ev'n the sercurity guard of the main gate was keep looking at me, may be, he knew that i wasn't the one being rejected! lol
And today, on 2nd, feb, 2017.... when i replay those moments again on my mind, i really feel very urgh, and question myself: "why the hell i just... just.... ah.. leave it!"
Nothing im gonna get outta it. Let's turn the chapter, and move on! Yesterday brought allot of bad things. Let's see what Morrow gonna have to bring, of course, in good things. Fingers crossed!
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