My interviewer looked at me and the first thing he asked me today was,who am i, what do i do.
And the only reply that came to my mind is writing. I said i write, i write prose, i write poetry and i write in my blogs. Why did i do that? Why did i have to tell him that i blog?Why did i have to be frank?i could have have remained my usual cold professional self, and told him how i am an administrator, a freelance tutor, a freelance photographer or even an entrepreneur savant . Hell no..what i did say was theat i write ..as a passion i make use of my time doing the single most unproductive job any man can do in his life. In fact ironically i dont even want to write about the fact that i like writing. It is quite like that joke that we know, where we feel proud to know the fact that the brain is the most powerful organ of the human body, and the qwe remember who is telling us that...
Hmm..so about writin, i dont yet know if i have been placed by TCS or not, i don't even know how far i would be going with the job that i might get, but the moment of truth determined the true intentions of my heart. Guess i am cut out to be a writer after all. How i do it, how i make and manage my time is another matter. But the fact that i do it is the main deal That i am finally understanding the meaning of the skill of communication that i posses and that it would fail me in probably each and every interview that i may face.