My stomach has not been at its best. It churns and sends a signal to visit the bathroom. Not new to this but this is the first time that it is being unreasonable from its side.
Last time the stomach played with me was when I was cornered in an ac room by the bespectacled man who seemed to know more than what my entire set of neuron can hold. He asked, scribbled and pointed to crawling graphs and numbers that seemed to make sense only when I left the room. Like the door of elevator, stomach turned normal after I reached the door knob.
With a population of 2000 in my b-school and over 60% of them being boys, I just couldn’t get a boyfriend. I thought I was socially challenged and that was the worse feeling than your close friend holding hands with a guy who has been acclaimed as one of the best looking in the campus. Tragedy took turns; the best men were with worst girls and decent men delved in their own worlds with a bottle of alcohol not able to get away from their past. In all, I was left stranded wondering what is wrong with me.
If you can sense the connect between the above two paragraphs, in the world of career and matrimony, it is truly the survival of fittest.
Apparently, placements proved that Darwin’s findings don’t seclude to the rush of suitable mates.
There is a common connect when it comes to either getting hooked or beating the wisest at the placements. Both give a satisfaction of achievement beyond the natural feeling of happiness.
What more? Here it goes:
(1) In placements, it is the package. Nothing beats the package. Try convincing your friend that profile speaks more than package, he will still ogle at the numbers that stretch.
With the boyfriend story, it is the handsome one that is taken notice of.
(2) In placements, the interviewer has no idea what you can do and you have no idea what is needed of you and both begin from scratch.
“Why is your engineering score less?”
(I screwed up my projects with movies and the HOD never liked me)
“I was doing more in college than in school, for example, I started an E-cell in my college..blah blah..leadership..blah blah..versatile..blah blah..dream big.
In relationships, you don’t know how you got there, nor does your claimed better half and everything begins with scratch. Well ya, it ends with a drama.
(3) During placements, you believe you are the best the company can have. Every other contender sitting in the small room with files and neatly combed hair is no match for you. The feeling is Spartan and confidence is enormous.
In a relationship, it’s the same story of false presumption that you are the best the other can get.
(4) Initially, you are willing to wait. Wait for the recruiter and wait for the lover. Then, you get used to it.
(5) You dress the best for placement. You dress what you don’t like but what the recruiter might. You notice that a particular shirt is lucky though it doesn’t go too well with the pant.
In a lovey dovey situation, you dress for the other.
(6) You forget a lot. Forget to take copies of resume or wear a tie or your particular certificate. Your memory elapses in a sudden rush. You tend to lose things everywhere. It’s a natural trauma of situations. You lose track of what is happening with friends and family. Only your job matters.
In a relationship, hmmm..you know better.
(7) You are forever editing your resume or your couple photo for the Facebook profile photo.
(8) Last but not the least; to end it with a truth that tastes funny, in either, you don’t know whether to speak more or less!