In my "Torture as an Engineering student" series, this is the final, and hopefully last piece.
My apologies to any non-engineering person who reads this; I understand completely if you feel confused at the end of this series, consisting of "Life@College" and "Seminar", other than this piece. In places, the text will sound like a joke, but then you will get the sarcasm. And when you feel at the end of all the humour, I am getting a little serious to balance out the piece, you will understand that the serious little conclusion IS all that the piece was trying to speak out. The rest was just a bit of the insanity that pervades our world, and of which I consider myself to be a part.
But enough of droning; let's get to the point.
For a large chunk of budding engineers, "Campussing" a.k.a Job Interviews are the moment of truth, that will make or break their dreams. On it depends getting a job, getting the treats, and getting that elusive high that comes only with success.
And that is when the fun begins.
"Technical Interviews" are those where you are asked questions from the engineering texts.
Sounds boring?
Bad guess.
Sample this...
Its 9 am, and you are sure that you have no chance to get shortlisted in the interview for the company thats campussing today. Thats when the phone rings...
Its 10 am, the waiting lounge is stuffy, humid and overcrowded, and friends from all directions are revising, questioning each other, and praying fervently. The cumulative drone reminds you of the ambience in Kalighat on a Saturday.
Its 3pm, your body is asking for the breakfast that never came, and your brain is berating you for the "Pre-exam parties" that came in excess, so much so that all the engineering facts appear alien. And then the call comes. And just as you are about to get into the room, the interview board dissolves for lunch.
Its 4.45, and finally it gets going. The first questions is about a graph, and you draw it instantly. It feels like pure joy. But then a clerk across the room cracks a joke, and you get a rude shock. The graph is fine, but the labelling is messed up. And then the Obese interviewer looks up at you, and smiles....
Its 5.15, interview is done, and you are gorging on an Egg Roll. Its a jolly good time with friends and batch mates. Its announced that only those shortlisted for the next round should stay, others may leave. You almost feel relieved. There's no way in hell 2 correct answers out of 8 can get you through. The discussion turns toward where to hang out for the evening. First comes up South City. And then comes up Bon Appetite. Finally comes a Spoiler.
You are in the Finals.
Its going to be an HR (Human Resource) interview.
HR interviews are places, where you can be asked about your grandfather("was he also an engineer?"), your girlfriend("so, tell me son, are we talking in singular or plural?") and your ambitions("Look kid,I was dreaming about an MS in Finance, when I was in Class VI, what do you mean 'I was watching Swat Kats'?")
Sounds Intresting?
You have no idea.
Sample this.
Its 8 pm, ..................................
