GD/PI Results for admissions into the National Institute of Industrial Engineering (NITIE) came out day before. That was probably my worst interview ever...
They asked me the name of the subjects I had this year, With all this interview stuff who has got the time to attend the college anyway ? I couldn't tell. Then they asked me the subjects of my last semester. I had to put a lot of strain on my mind (and quite visibly) to answer that one.
As if this wasn't bad enough, they asked me the authors of the books that I studied. Hell, I don't remember the subjects, how the hell am I supposed to remember the damn authors ? The next question - "What are the principles of Data Warehousing ???" (Where did that appear from ?) . Five Short minutes of agony and then it was all over. I knew I had no chance whatsoever of getting selected. Hey, but they took me !!!
I don't know why they do all this if they were going to take me on the basis of my CAT score eventually...
So here I'm writing a poem which I'd written on my way back from NITIE sitting in the train. I had to do something to cheer me up. So I wrote some thing not-so-sad this time. This is different from all other poems because I wrote this due to pure boredom. So no feelings attached !!! Hope you enjoy...
TRAIN
I am travelling in a train this time,
This line is here just for rhyme...
It's not that I enjoy being in a train,
Just don't have the dough to afford a plane...
This is the fifth line, what should it be ?
Yeah "Ohh God, Why it has to be always me ?"
All my fellow travellers are so very old,
Old is gold, but who wants old gold ?
I want gold that is brand new,
But beautiful girls here are so few...
And none whatsoever are here with me,
One's here are so old, they can't even see...
Expecting more is hittin' a wall of bricks,
Wonder why gods made so few cool chicks...
They'll do without brain, I don't care
Beauty and Brains is anyways quite rare...
Awight, I cut the topic, Try to forget these moments,
Ladies kindly forgive me for my preposterous comments...
I gotta stop writin', Its' already the 19th line,
Got a lot more to say, but well, some other time...
There's a reason I wrote this, my frnzz said,
No more sad poems, hope u enjoyed what u read...
Ohh & this line's just here as post script,
Au Revoir frnzz, see ya after this trip !!!
This line is here just for rhyme...
It's not that I enjoy being in a train,
Just don't have the dough to afford a plane...
This is the fifth line, what should it be ?
Yeah "Ohh God, Why it has to be always me ?"
All my fellow travellers are so very old,
Old is gold, but who wants old gold ?
I want gold that is brand new,
But beautiful girls here are so few...
And none whatsoever are here with me,
One's here are so old, they can't even see...
Expecting more is hittin' a wall of bricks,
Wonder why gods made so few cool chicks...
They'll do without brain, I don't care
Beauty and Brains is anyways quite rare...
Awight, I cut the topic, Try to forget these moments,
Ladies kindly forgive me for my preposterous comments...
I gotta stop writin', Its' already the 19th line,
Got a lot more to say, but well, some other time...
There's a reason I wrote this, my frnzz said,
No more sad poems, hope u enjoyed what u read...
Ohh & this line's just here as post script,
Au Revoir frnzz, see ya after this trip !!!