Well it is one of those days when you feel you are the biggest loser in life. I generally manage to stay away from self doubting thoughts but well, some days it is just difficult to resist wallowing in self pity. So it is today.
Try as I might I cannot think one positive thought. I open my wardrobe and feel I have the most disastrous clothes in the world. Just want to chuck everything in dustbin. I contemplate the financial implications and decide that hasty decision is best avoided. Postponing the dustbin-chucking ceremony is the best option. Grab the first piece of cloth that lands in my hand. While getting ready for work I try to critically analyse my looks. I look like a fifty year old and the big sulk on the face is an icing on the cake. Without trying too hard, I look like a rotten potato (and feel like one).
Anyway, I get into the car. And of course nothing is right with my car today. There is no stereo (I should let you know that it is me who had earlier decided not to install a car stereo because it prevents people from talking). I dont ever want to live in Delhi and escape this horrible traffic, I think silently. I have a meeting at 11 am and I am not exactly looking forward to it. My suspicions are proven right once the interview starts...the guy is straight from hell. If there is one thing we journalists hate it is interviewing someone who is extremely cautious of media and answers only in monosyllables or grunts. This one was an extreme case. The interview went something like this:
Me: So, Mr **** where do you see your company five years from now?
Mr X: We would be doing pretty much the same thing we do now.
Me: hmmm...what kind of growth targets have you set for your company for the coming two years?
Mr X: The market is growing and we expect our usual growth patterns to continue.
Me: Okay...true the market is growing, especially your segment, but what percentage of this market are you looking to grab?
Mr X: I cannot talk it.
Me: Sure...I do understand. Most of your competitors are increasing investment in R&D facilities. Would you be doing the same?
Mr X: Our company policy says that I cannot talk about it.
Me: hmmm...what can you talk about "according to your company policy"?
Mr X: uh..oh...uhhhh
Me: Request for meeting came from your side so, you must be having a purpose in mind. I would like to know why had you requested for a meeting...(I was glaring now)
Mr X: Silence.
(Sigh) I pick my bag and leave.
This would make to my list of memorable interviews (for the wrong reasons, of course).
It was kind of difficult to work after this and I decided to stop at CCD on my way to office. I ordered my usual fare but even this didnt manage to perk me up. By now, there is a haze before my eyes and everything appears murky, sad, morbid...I think of eating chocolate fantasy but banish the thought.
Suffice to say that somehow I manage to live through the day...
Try as I might I cannot think one positive thought. I open my wardrobe and feel I have the most disastrous clothes in the world. Just want to chuck everything in dustbin. I contemplate the financial implications and decide that hasty decision is best avoided. Postponing the dustbin-chucking ceremony is the best option. Grab the first piece of cloth that lands in my hand. While getting ready for work I try to critically analyse my looks. I look like a fifty year old and the big sulk on the face is an icing on the cake. Without trying too hard, I look like a rotten potato (and feel like one).
Anyway, I get into the car. And of course nothing is right with my car today. There is no stereo (I should let you know that it is me who had earlier decided not to install a car stereo because it prevents people from talking). I dont ever want to live in Delhi and escape this horrible traffic, I think silently. I have a meeting at 11 am and I am not exactly looking forward to it. My suspicions are proven right once the interview starts...the guy is straight from hell. If there is one thing we journalists hate it is interviewing someone who is extremely cautious of media and answers only in monosyllables or grunts. This one was an extreme case. The interview went something like this:
Me: So, Mr **** where do you see your company five years from now?
Mr X: We would be doing pretty much the same thing we do now.
Me: hmmm...what kind of growth targets have you set for your company for the coming two years?
Mr X: The market is growing and we expect our usual growth patterns to continue.
Me: Okay...true the market is growing, especially your segment, but what percentage of this market are you looking to grab?
Mr X: I cannot talk it.
Me: Sure...I do understand. Most of your competitors are increasing investment in R&D facilities. Would you be doing the same?
Mr X: Our company policy says that I cannot talk about it.
Me: hmmm...what can you talk about "according to your company policy"?
Mr X: uh..oh...uhhhh
Me: Request for meeting came from your side so, you must be having a purpose in mind. I would like to know why had you requested for a meeting...(I was glaring now)
Mr X: Silence.
(Sigh) I pick my bag and leave.
This would make to my list of memorable interviews (for the wrong reasons, of course).
It was kind of difficult to work after this and I decided to stop at CCD on my way to office. I ordered my usual fare but even this didnt manage to perk me up. By now, there is a haze before my eyes and everything appears murky, sad, morbid...I think of eating chocolate fantasy but banish the thought.
Suffice to say that somehow I manage to live through the day...
1 comment:
sometimes we all feel like that. its best to take a break, do something wild and things come right back....
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