This time your entry must contain, ‘One thing he/she/they didn’t know that they were being watched.’
Anirudh glanced at his watch. 9.55 am . He ran fast on the stairs ignoring the crowded lift. He was at the NIIT office on the third floor of Amro Complex. The receptionist gave him a quizzical look , surveying Anirudh from top to bottom. Then she smiled and talked softly to her colleague sitting next to her. ” Saras, I told you, on some days handsome guys do turn up here. Look at him. So cute. Hmm.”
Anirudh was handsome, with a brownish complexion, tall, and had a baritone voice which attracted many girls, but not interviewers. He was trying his luck at NIIT now. The receptionist gave him a two page tabulated sheet and said ” Sir, You have to write this aptitude test. Just ten minutes. Please use that room. After seeing the results, our counsellor will guide you on choosing the best course suited for you. OK.”
Anirudh snatched the paper, rather a bit rudely, and went slowly to the next room. He saw the paper and his mind went blank. He knew that he didn’t know most of the answers. He took out his favorite one rupee coin, and tossed it skillfully. Then based on the “head and tail” philosophy he started ticking the objective answers. The receptionist was shocked on seeing this through the glass door. Now, her colleague said ” Nirosha, These fellas just come in to spend time and waste their father’s hard-earned money. They don’t have stuff.” By the way time’s up said the receptionist as she walked inside to collect the paper. Anirudh gave her the sheet with a wry smile and went to sit down on the steel sofa. The receptionist looked at the sheet and called Anirudh. ” Sir, none of your answers are right. Apart from that, you have written an essay on interviewing which we didn’t ask. Our Management will be very upset on seeing this. Anirudh said” ma’am, This is my tenth aptitude test, in the tenth branch. The same results. So I wrote an essay on the ” The Art of Interviewing and test making ” . Give it to your chief. He needs it badly. ” He left the NIIT office with many staring faces at the reception.
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The next day as usual Anirudh was sitting at home, and painting, not the real one, but digital painting. Whenever he was angry he would sit down and paint on the digital canvas, which became his real world. A world where questions were not asked. He enjoyed every moment of it. His cellphone buzzed in vibration mode, shaking the empty coffee cup on the table. He was startled to get a call from NIIT, asking him to come at once. He too was not sure why they were calling him, definitely not on his aptitude skills. As he drove on his bike to their office, this thought came back on and off.
The receptionist was all smiles this time. “Mr.Anirudh, Our Branch Head wants to meet you. Please go inside that glass cabin. Anirudh knocked twice before entering the room. He saw two men dressed in neat suits, their hands tapping the long conference table. “Please sit down”. said Mr. Paramveer, the Branch Head. “This is Mr. Sukdev.” They all shook hands. Sukdev said” Anirudh, You took the test yesterday, I guess. It was a failure. You didn’t even get one right answer. You might be just lucky, I would say, since I happened to be at this office yesterday. Normally I come to meet my friend Paramveer on weekends, but this time I made it during his working hour. One thing you didn’t know was that you were being watched by us on the CC TV. The toss of the coin, the tune you were humming, all caught us by surprise. I wanted to see your paper. My guess was right. You are no where fit to be in the computer industry. Your essay was pretty damn good. It was honest, ruthless and powerful. By the way I am from Penguin Publishers, and we are looking for new authors. Somebody different. We want to give you a try, Anirudh. So go home and get started on a favorite passionate topic you like. Then meet me next week at this address. We have other things to discuss in detail. “
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Anirudh pinched himself. He couldn’t believe this, but he had to, since it pained,and that meant it was not a dream. He rose cheerfully, shook hands again and walked out of the cabin with all smiles. He might turn out to be the next “Chetan Bhagat”. He reminded himself of these words which Mr.Sukdev said yesterday. He halted at the reception and smiled sexily at Nirosha, the receptionist. She said ” Mr. Anirudh, Congratulations. Please don’t forget me when you become a famous author.”
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This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda. We give out creative writing topics each weekend for Indian bloggers.
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