the (un)lucky 13th
my student visa for the u.s. has been approved. this means i'm really going back, and can stop entertaining tempting thoughts of staying back and exploring the many things i could do in india. of course, i can still stay back, but it's rather unlikely given the present scenario.
the interview was at 9.30am. there was only a touch of nervousness because i wasn't carrying original transcripts and degrees (a stupid stupid move when i left the u.s.). this was multiplied manifold while i stood in line and saw two rejections precede me. the wait in line was so long, i thought i'd faint. not from any apparent apprehension, but sometimes, somewhere deep within, a signal fires, and i black out. it's been known to happen. anyway, when i considered the flip side, i.e. having to stay on in india, the thought was all too pleasant. i quickly reverted to smiling and observing my surroundings with a peaceful heart.
there was a board on the wall with photographs of 9 most-wanted fugitives and 26 most-wanted terrorists. interestingly, the terrorists were all muslim. i didn't know any of them, so i went on to observe the people in line, and what little i could discern of preceding interviews. the range of attires was considerable. the men were dressed in t-shirts and jeans, to formal shirts, to shirts and ties, to full-fledged suits. while some of the women were in indian attire, much make-up, and bejewelled head to toe, others were almost skimpily clad. oh well. i realized that pink is a favorite among the guys - there was one who wore a white shirt with pink pin stripes and a bright pink tie to match. very attention-grabbing.
the interview itself was too short for comfort. i had looked forward to being asked what i'd do with my degree, what my long-term goals were (others were being asked these questions, that's why), all in vain. the guy looked at my i-20, said "ooooh, stanford! i've seen a lot of bad universities today, this is a good one." followed by "ooooh, microsoft! that's also a good company." he asked if i'd want to work for microsoft again. i said "possibly", and he said that was it. what? all of 2 minutes? what a letdown :(.
anyway, i have a visa now. and a mission that is en route to fulfillment.
the interview was at 9.30am. there was only a touch of nervousness because i wasn't carrying original transcripts and degrees (a stupid stupid move when i left the u.s.). this was multiplied manifold while i stood in line and saw two rejections precede me. the wait in line was so long, i thought i'd faint. not from any apparent apprehension, but sometimes, somewhere deep within, a signal fires, and i black out. it's been known to happen. anyway, when i considered the flip side, i.e. having to stay on in india, the thought was all too pleasant. i quickly reverted to smiling and observing my surroundings with a peaceful heart.
there was a board on the wall with photographs of 9 most-wanted fugitives and 26 most-wanted terrorists. interestingly, the terrorists were all muslim. i didn't know any of them, so i went on to observe the people in line, and what little i could discern of preceding interviews. the range of attires was considerable. the men were dressed in t-shirts and jeans, to formal shirts, to shirts and ties, to full-fledged suits. while some of the women were in indian attire, much make-up, and bejewelled head to toe, others were almost skimpily clad. oh well. i realized that pink is a favorite among the guys - there was one who wore a white shirt with pink pin stripes and a bright pink tie to match. very attention-grabbing.
the interview itself was too short for comfort. i had looked forward to being asked what i'd do with my degree, what my long-term goals were (others were being asked these questions, that's why), all in vain. the guy looked at my i-20, said "ooooh, stanford! i've seen a lot of bad universities today, this is a good one." followed by "ooooh, microsoft! that's also a good company." he asked if i'd want to work for microsoft again. i said "possibly", and he said that was it. what? all of 2 minutes? what a letdown :(.
anyway, i have a visa now. and a mission that is en route to fulfillment.
12 comments:
phew. glad to know u ARE coming back...
Congrats!
nikhil - i'm more glad for your gladness than for my going back :P
anon - you know i hate anonymous posts, don't you?
no. whats in a name anyway.
ok... continue to leave the posts. i'll figure out who you are soon enough.
:P
i agree to mr.anonymous
whats is a name?
i mean "whats in a name"
why do people by default assume every anonymous person is a 'he'? why didn't this anonymous no 2 call me 'miss'.anonymous?
8&20, i have made your task a lot easier. now u know that anonymous-1 is a female. contact me if you want more help :P
anon-1: "miss" would be taking it too far... that's not even all of the female population. at least "mr" includes more, that way.
and you *do* know that i hate anon posts :).
anon-2: thanks a bunch for the help :). i know i can count on you in times of need.
this is anonymous 1 (original anon)
wow what love for anon 2 and hatred for me.
anon1: no hatred re :). how're you doing? is all well?
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