The TCS-ordeal

Some called it ragging; others called it an exhilarating experience. Some called it ghassa in one sense (being at the receiving end) and others called it ghassa in another sense (enjoying the experience, being at the enjoying and gaining end). Some called it KLPD. I called it the TCS-ORDEAL.

That fateful day in the morning I went in and appeared in the test, expecting a lot. The result of the test made way for the TCS experience to become dramatic. I cleared the test. Happy, relieved and thinking that most of the tough work was done. My future self knew better (because now I realize that I was never in the picture for the selection process of TCS - thanks to my 6-point-something CGPA). So, after appearing in the test and clearing it, I was given a time of about half an hour to fill a form, get my unpopular-life-da-chittha certificates’ file and to get ready for the interview. I had one thing more to do than most-I had to rush to my house and be back too in the same time and that too on a day when the rain gods of Patiala (which I sometimes feel are as lazy and corrupt as the ones residing down below on whom they shower the drops of water) got extravagant and rain poured down heavier than any other time in the whole season. The roads were full of puddles and I was in too much of a hurry to notice them and give due attention. No prizes for guessing the obvious- I ran into one of those muddy water puddles and in doing so splashed the muddy water on a pedestrian. He must have abused without a second thought, my sympathy with him, had I been in his place I’d have abused too, so no grudges against him. I just picked up speed and didn’t look back. No more incidents and I reached home and all in a hurry got the entire stuff ready and was back – 10 minutes late according to the time I was given. But on reaching the college I realized I was just in time. Straightaway I was rushed into the interview room. This is where all the hopes were made stronger, and then later broken:

Interviewer (a mustached, bald man with age around 50): “Pls have a seat “

I sat down obediently and thanked him for the same.

Interviewer (with a slight smile on his face): “So, what’s your name?”

I :( with more than just a slight smile): “sir, Suneetinder Singh Walia.”

Interviewer: “Can I have a look at your bio data pls??”

I produced it form the file cover and handed it over to him just so very obediently, I felt like a lamb.

Interviewer (Took a cursory look at it): “So what are your hobbies?”

I thought this was an ideal start for me. I was happy.

I:”sir, I like to read novels, I like photography, blogging and photo editing.”

Interviewer:” So what have you been reading lately?”

I:” sir the last book I read was ‘Harry Potter and the Deathly hallows’, before that I read “The fountainhead”.

Interviewer: “So you read fiction?”

I:”Yes sir.”

From the way it was progressing I wondered if I’d been mistaken as to what a technical interview stood for. . .

Soon two more interviewers came into the room and sat down on the two vacant seats.

One of them was a young looking guy, the other was a young woman- a thapar alumna- you could just look at her and tell that. She was a characteristic thapar girl- because (the common description of a thapar girl so stands by popular belief-) she was a girl just biologically so.

They asked me all sorts of questions about the reasons of my low CGPA. I think I convinced them on most points. They asked me why I want to go into an IT company, I explained to them and they seemed satisfied with my answers. After about half an hour, the interview (which was hardly what it was supposed to be-technical) ended. They asked me to wait outside for the next round i.e., the HR interview. I came out and felt lighter; I guessed that I had almost made it. People came and went, some were asked to wait for the HR interview, others were asked to leave straightaway. Some were called in for the HR interview straight after the technical round ended. The ‘wait’ which they’d asked me to do was stretching longer than I’d anticipated. The time was slowing down along with making the picture clearer and gloomier for me- I will soon be asked to leave. But I had hope- they could have forgotten to call me. I reminded the on-duty PR to send in my name and get my status. More wait. 4 hours of wait finally came to that dreaded end- they asked me to leave. I was not selected, the reason I knew not - then. Later, in retrospect I figured out that my CGPA was the reason why I had been shown the door. What irks me is that why did they allow me to sit for the test when they knew in advance that I had a low cgpa? then why was I made to wait if I had to be ultimately shown the door? Why did they have to waste my time and theirs’ as well? Why all that crap? God knows!

Dreams

A painting.

Training- that's what they call it!

Picture this- White apron sporting people all round you in a building where your nose can't help but inhale air that's redolent with medicine -like smell. . It's a hospital I’m talking about, right?? Right, but not in the sense you think its right. I am the poor patient alright.
Paradox1- I’m wearing an apron too and looking thoroughly professional when in real life I’m thoroughly not so.
Paradox 2- The people around me are engineers (and not doctors as you guessed).
Paradox 3- The place is a pharmaceutical company and no real hospital! I go to a hospital when I’m sick. But whenever I visit the pharmaceutical company I GET sick.
I'm supposed to go to this place each day of the coming 6 months - ideally. To hell with ideality, I go there for no more than 2 days a week.
Picture more- The time is 1 o'clock in the afternoon. I’m gearing to get out of the sickening premises of the pharma company. I’m moving towards the main gate. I meet a pair of 1 and a 1/2 month trainees from some PTU college (I’d made friends with them that morning itself). They are coming after having a look at the various company processes. this is how we converse:
T1(looking disappointed): "22g Chemical engineering tan barbadi aa!!"
I: "Kyon 22 ki ho gya, why're you talking so strange??"
T2:"dass yaar ehna nu supervisor ne ki dassye saanu huni huni. . "
T1: "22g tuhanu pata hai chemical companies like the ones producing pyridine are bund paaadu. some of the side effects of chemical exposure in those companies include infertility!!!!"
T1:(hand moving towards the groin and easily finding what he was looking for, shaking it vigorously)" ehda ki banu 22g???"
T2:"hor pher ehdi ghar waali eddar bhajju te meri waali ne wi hor banda phad laina!!"
I: could only laugh at their antics.
T1:" bund marao, i'll run away from india, chemical engineering nu thudda maar dena appan."
We all laugh heartily.
I continue to move towards the main gate, get out and smell the fresh air- what feel!!! That's life. My eyes share the feel too- In the distance I see the hills and the clouds over them makes them all the more enticing. I wish I could run off the road and outta the rickety PRTC bus to those hills- that'd be having the time of my life!! Alas, some things are made only to be cherished from a distance and so I sit in the bus and just let my eyes savor the beauty, and let my mind take a plunge into all the fantasies of the hilly adventures! Someday, I’ll make them true!

The picture

There are some pictures you find on the net while surfing which you like, while others you hate. Whereas some pictures almost kill you. I'll occasionally be putting up the photos I liked from the net. This is one such photo which I really liked(my respect to whosover took it).

The unrequited love story.

It all started after I passed my tenth standard exams. I chose to take up non-medical, or rather was obliged to take up this field as was the trend. I didn't know what lay ahead for me. Unknowing I entered into +1 and guess what. .I discovered I didn't belong here. I sometimes felt I had had enough of this field. I didn't belong to a non-medical field. Too late I realized and now I was stuck. Moreover i didn't even know for sure as to where else i'd want to be if not here. So began my attempts to make the best of what I had.
I often heard from people that chemistry was one subject that could see you through an engineering test. Nice, I thought. I tried to befriend her. She refused to talk to me. I flirted with her. The indifference with which she used to treat me now turned to rudeness and she was so plain cussed that with each test my disgust for her (mutual feelings I suppose for her) only increased. I was helpless. I left the +1 chemistry tuition classes in midway.
Come +2 and the love story-that-never-was didn't flourish into some love story worth telling. Rathher, the antagonism between me and her only seemed to increase each passing day. I again left the +2 chemistry tuition midway. I only know how I managed to pass the chemistry exam of +2 hoping that I wouldn't have her humiliating presence near me ever again in my life. Even in the entrance exams I was badly humiliated because of chemistry. But fate had it in store for me that I had to get into Thapar so I got a reasonable rank to get into Thapar.
Into Thapar and here too I had the company of my-beloved Chemistry because I am an ass and took up CHEMICAL engineering!!! That’s when I had fun again. First semester- I looked at the list of subjects and there she was again---Chemistry-4.5Credits. Predictably, I just managed to pass with a D to scrape through to the next semester. The second year soon came and again- Chemistry was there to give her Fucking love to me. Again a D grade.
My love life with Chemistry almost seems to come to an end with the oh-so-rememberable two semesters in Thapar.

my first post.

I will start pouring out my thoughts from the next post.