The Interview

“The thing about caring is that you never know when is too much. You know I used to be happy once, dreamt of going to the moon wearing the shiny suit Neil Armstrong did but then the world, the world built with the likes of you told me they’ve stopped sending men to moon and Mars is their next target now tell me why the fuck would I wanna go to mars? I went reluctantly to school every day for fourteen years and sat through classes which didn’t make any sense just because they told me it will help me achieve my dreams, I learnt a thousand pages understood another ten thousand praying every minute to get into the institution which would help me get a better job and a better future but they rejected me due to rituals my forefathers pursued about a century ago and I had to let go of everything as I fell twenty ranks short of my surname and inheritance. My dreams were broken remolded and a dream of green paper hovered before my eyes, for four years I learnt and practiced things which I thought would help me get this dream and now suddenly you turn up with a chair promising to give me a salary equivalent to a sweeper for sitting 8 hours every day on that chair while you vent out on me. I reluctantly agree to this predomination of yours but you are still not satisfied and eccentrically somehow now I know I cared about money too much and excess dosage of love can choke logicality. So tell me why the fuck should I explain to you why I think that I am worthy for this job?” I finally burst out in front of the PI panel as 7 trained humans widely gawked at me due to the condition they weren’t trained for.
“Do you have any other option?” One of them finally asked adjusting his glasses as he pretended to be scrutinizing my Curriculum Vitae
“I don’t quite think so” I replied earnestly
“Well then, would you sum up your vivid extravaganza to something meaningful before we end this conversation” He asked again not removing his eyes off the A4 size sheets filled with rubble
“Have you ever felt that you’ve grown up a bit beyond you desired and you can’t turn childish again because it would destroy everything you’ve built so far?” I asked every one of them
“We don’t think this is anyhow related to our conversation, anyways you may leave now. Thank you” A man in his late forties sitting to the left of the center-person replied hoarsely as he looked outrageously towards me
“No I haven’t felt like that for a while now and neither do I remember what it felt like because life is driven by logic and practical work more than it is by envisaging dreams” A man in his fifties spoke up as I stood up to leave
“I bet you don’t have a clue how it feels like to destroy your own entity hoping to build a happier one” I said as I removed my tie with one hand and moved forward to collect my file with other
“And I bet you don’t know what an interview is” the man with glasses said softly as he handed my file back to me
“And neither do I fucking care” I replied and walked away opening a gate which in hope for a new bright future a future which might throw something more welcoming at me something which I desired.

“…It’s easy being one of the biggest Multinational Corporations of the world, what’s difficult is accepting the fact that we too need help from other people. And Miraki Industries is what we target next to fulfill cumulative benefit. I’ve explained to you what the freaking graphs and experts say about our future but I cannot explain to you what you could be if you joined us you could be the next definition of Warren Buffet or you could be the exemplary of a great depression, call me cheeky and brash but I’d advise you to do what your gut tells you to because you wouldn’t want to be blaming the fucking experts for what life threw at you” I said finishing my presentation as I glanced out of the window touching the clouds. I did not suddenly jolt to a millionaire, nor did I magically figure out a way to build a hovercraft to fly to the moon nor did I get happy with being what I wanted to be. I was still the same person with the same old dreams and a fake new coarse attitude which I flaunted proudly with each breath, all I achieved was a greater salary package a bit of satisfaction and a higher post in the same company which I had rejected during my interview, what I had lost was the reminder of trying to be the me I idealized
“I don’ t know how these people recruit their crew but you are one extraordinary and strangely truthful person I’ve met in a long time” the Japanese looking owner of  Miraki Industries said shaking my hand after he had signed the Multimillion dollar deal happily and successfully with the company I worked for only because he was impressed by my presentation.
“Thank you sir” I said
“Well fuck courtesies, just give me a call if you ever decide to leave these assholes or earn more by working as a CFO at my company” he said in a low tone as he slipped his card into my pocket with his other hand.
Hours later I was smiling as I twisted and turned the card in my hand which boldly read “Miraki Industries” in golden, a golden which told me about what my glittering future was to be what amused me more was the line “founder Hiyashi Kankuro” as I recognized the name and a familiar face from about 5 years ago when I was giving the interview, finally someone had realized his dreams and flown up to meet them and unlike me he had succeeded in them without having to put on a tie for 300 days a year and a fake identity. Something about my preaching that day made me happy and something shoved me softly into gloom as I realized I could be the Golden name on the card of Destiny right now.

Written By:
Atul Shrotriya