First interview

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It was the first interview of Vijay for the job of an accountant. Priya prepared the resume the night before the interview. Everyone suggested him to clean shave and wear a formal outfit.

‘I always keep soft beard, then why will I have to clean shave?’ he rebuked. ‘I always wear jeans and t-shirt. Why will I wear a formal dress and a tie?’

‘It’s the formality and rule that you have to clean shave,’ his father told.

‘Girls like a boy in clean shave,’ her mother added.

He felt it was all rubbish. For him, only Priya’s liking mattered. Priya liked his rugged look a lot. ‘Mom, if a man can be a Prime Minister with beard, why can’t a man get a job with it?’ Vijay argued. He didn’t listen to anyone and went for the interview.

The interviewer looked at him from head to toe, holding Vijay’s resume in his hand. ‘So Mr. Vijay, tell me something about you?’ the interviewer asked.

Vijay couldn’t understand what to answer. He had no idea at all. He was never comfortable with the strangers. He needed time to make friends and feel comfortable. Actually, he was an introvert type of guy. ‘I’m Vijay,’ he said at last with his education qualification.

It was a very short description for the interviewer and he looked dissatisfied. ‘Do you have any experience?’ the interviewer asked him again.

‘No sir. I’m a fresher,’ he answered briefly.

‘But Vijay, we need an experienced person for this job,’ the interviewer shrugged, taking a pause. ‘If we’ll have any vacancies for the fresher, then we’ll inform you later. You may leave now.’

Vijay understood that he was rejected. He walked away, being disappointed, all alone in the road. He didn’t understand what he’d say to Priya who would be waiting for good news. Job was the ticket of marriage for them. He glared at the engagement ring, and he could imagine Priya’s face in it. At that very time, he got Priya’s call but didn’t have the courage to receive it.

Priya understood the situation and didn’t call him again. Instead, she waited for him to return. Vijay returned with a disappointed face in the evening, but nobody even asked him about the interview. Nobody wanted to hurt him.

‘They didn’t even ask me anything from my subject and rejected me,’ he said in a depressing voice. ‘They need an experienced guy. Without any chance how a person would get experience? They asked me to tell about myself; what could have I said about me to them? What would have they gained from my life?’

‘They didn’t want to know about your life. Rather they wanted to test your ability,’ Priya said. ‘They tried to judge you by your communication, English speaking ability, attitude, behavior, knowledge and others.’

‘But can they judge it? If they are so brilliant and can judge people within two minutes, then why are they doing job under someone else? Why they’re not an entrepreneur? Why don’t they start their own business? And why don’t they work for their dream?’ Vijay criticized.

Priya had nothing to say in defense. She too couldn’t understand that how anyone could reject a genius like Vijay. ‘Did the interviewers have no knowledge about genius people?’ thought Priya. The genius people were always different and often looked like an idiot. Majority of them are introvert too, who couldn’t express themselves easily because of communication barriers. But every genius has a vision. They have a different way of dealing with a situation. They can alter an organization’s future, and her Vijay was one of them. Someone said that gold could only be detected by a jeweler but in our country, idiots selected some idiots. They are born to obey orders of others. They had no vision and no fresh idea. Lots of geniuses are forced to work with those idiots in various idiotic atmospheres. Although they have vision and ideas, nobody is ready to hear them. Nobody wants to give freedom to them. A man, who has the ability to be the Managing Director of a company, is also forced to do a minor job in such idiotic environment.

‘But it’s not an easy task to work in an uncooperative atmosphere. Idiots need idiots with clean shave and tie. Good-English-speaking idiots, having minds without any vision and ideas. They need idiots who’ll be ready to sacrifice their life for a company and whom the company can throw out anytime. But those foolish people keep on saying proudly that they are doing job in a corporate house, as if they are the actual owners. Those idiotic interviewers require some unused brains, which they can keep unused for a longer period.’