Golden days

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In Durgapur, I was in a class with another 60 odd students and an aged, bald teacher was trying to teach us a complex mechanism of an electronic circuit. After lunch, it was a boring class as usual. So we kept ourselves awaken by throwing (read shooting) chalks (read bullets) to friends (read rivals). Unfortunately (or fortunately!!!) few bullets (chalks) failed to hit its assigned target and hit the most precious object (girls) of our class. One of these bullets didn't follow the rule of projectile motion and hit clean, well maintained, distinguishable head of our beloved teacher as if a ballistic missile hit a reservoir of petroleum oil. Result was obvious. A Big Explosion took place. No way to exit!!! So the class was suspended for weeks.

Mechie in Softies

yeah!!!!
At last a mechie has stepped into the IT world. Do you want to know how? Here is the story.

Venue: MNNIT, Allahabad. Don't know MNNIT?? aare yaar MNR. But don't mess up with MMR (=Mosquito Mortality Rate, though we were not in a better situation than a mosquito. But that is a different story altogether)

I remember that day,when a team from Accenture was delivering a PPT at the Placement Department Hall. And the hall was full and too Hot. Do you think I was standing there to know about the salary package. No man!! you are wrong. I just hanged out with my friends outside the Hall and kept my eyes on college beauties. Some one from behind shouted "Arre yaar Drawing Hall mein chal, test hoga". Someone shouted "bhago!! bhago!!!" and they pushed me towards the Drawing Hall.

Friends (those who know me) you know about my knowledge and can obviously guess how I managed to crack that test. I think it would be better to skip that portion. I don't know if there is any theory for guessing. If any authority or company plans to distribute prizes for guessing, then I think I will be the winner. “Guess Theory” Zindabad!!!

But you know, the main problem with this theory is that the user will never be sure whether his or her theory works properly or not and So am I. Next day, as usual I woke up just 15 mins before my class starts and was trapped in queue for the bathroom. God knows who has developed the concept of "queue". I cursed that man many a times. Anyhow, I managed to move to the mess for breakfast.With only 5 mins left ,I knew that it will take 15 more minutes to reach class. I was hoping that the first class was of SKC and he might allow late comers but it depended on his mood. I thought I should take a chance. Just that moment I heard the voice of Tambi, "Abe". I looked back.

"Animikh, you are short listed for interview", He told.

I was surprised how my "guess theory" worked so perfectly.

I told him, "Kya bol raha hai!!!Abhi mazak mat kar, class ke liye late ho raha hai".

He told, "Seriously Boss!!! If you dont believe then you can check the list at PPT. Be fast. Within 30 mins, you have to be there"

Now I had to believe. You know college has taught me too many things. Not only the technical stuff, but the power which you have. I don’t know whether you will believe me or not. On that day I discovered that I could be faster than "swift bird". Within 20 mins, I prepared my CV, ironed my shirts, polished my boot and ran for the interview.

"So Animikh, you are from mechanical background. Why do u want to join a software company like Accenture?", the interviewer asked me.

"Ahhh……Fine Sir, actually I am a painter. I believe on creativity. I come to know that your company believes in innovation. I think I will be best option for your company" (are yaar "hawa" dene mein kya jata hai?)

"Oh!!! Really??” he smiled

"Yes sir", I was firm on my comment.

"Ok, thanks. You may go now. Next!!!"

I was sure then that "hawa" never works everywhere. It was lunch hour. I missed my class. I went to mess and cursed that interviewer.

"How’s your interview??", Nirupam asked me.

"Are yaar, Don’t ask me", I replied.

"Don’t worry, come to my room. There is a movie in my PC. Lets finish that."

"Movie!!! Lets goooo" .You know I am fond of movies.

We went together to his room. I forgot about the classes in the 2nd half and started watching the movie.(khana khane ki baad aise hi nind aati hai, aur aaj to mood bhi sahi nahi hai). When hero just started his last punches, "thak,thak,thak!!!"Somone was "punching" the door. Neither Nirupam nor me wasn't mood to open the door at that time. But that knocking was just crossing its limit. So I went to open the door. It was Turbo (not "turbo engine" guys, it was Turbosu Mitra).As I opened the door he picked me up. There was more guys behind him. They started to GPL me(a "traditional" way in our college to greet someone for his achievements).

"Are tera bhi job lag geya re!!!", he shouted.

I wondered whether it was a new way to fool people. If a guy like me got a job, then you can think what will happen to that company.Surely the interviewer made a big mistake. You should pray for that interviewer.

But that great mistake turned into a true one when I received my joining letter.