The first question was, "Do you have a passport?", I said "No." Happiness of a possible travelling opportunity, and sadness of not having a passport. With mixed emotions, I continued my interview. I got stalled to a question in the process. Another question followed, " What will be your 2 questions to Sachin Tendulkar, when he arrives at the airport, and You've just got a minute with him?." The very fact that there was a possibility to meet my GOD, blanked my senses. What will you ask GOD, when he makes a sudden unexpected appearance? Just like any Sachin fan, the second his name was uttered, it got me joy, happiness and speechlessness. That moment reminded me of the final question, that Jamal Mallick had to answer in the movie Slumdog Millionaire. I still haven't found the answers to that question. Rather I'm yet to find questions to that question.
After a few discussions, I was asked to get back a couple of days later. With unexplainable disappointment, I was kicking myself through my way back to my house. I called my mom and told her that the interview for my dream Job dint go well. She replied, just like any caring mother would reply, "You have done your bit, God will take care of the rest. Whatever happens, happens for the good." Those words still ring in my ears and gives me goose pimples.
My nights dream was marred with the words from Steve Waugh to Gibbs, "He dropped the World Cup." The interview was a sitter, compared my standards. That too after bragging about my passion towards cricket and working in the World cup. I felt let down by my speechlessness. I had to deliver at the right moment, but I choked under pressure, just like the proteas.
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