8
I stepped out of the Citi interview room. I scanned the list of remaining companies
on the notice board. Everyone else paid half of Citibank. I found an empty stool to
sit on and closed my eyes to pray. God appeared in front of me.
‘Hello God,’ I said, ‘I’ve not said one true thing in that interview today. But I
want the job, please.’
‘They don’t want to hear the truth. So, that’s OK,’ God said. ‘But that’s not
what you should be worried about.’
‘Then what?’
‘You have lived with a girl for two years.’
‘I love her, God,’ I said.
‘Love is not enough. You know what you have to do.’
‘I will, I just need time.’
‘You are well past your time. In four minutes, I could let your last bank job slip
away,’ God said.
‘No God, I want Citibank.’
‘I want you to do the right thing first.’
‘How?’ I opened my eyes. I looked at the HLL room. Ananya had gone inside
the room. I closed my eyes again. ‘How?’ I repeated. ‘She is in an interview. I
promise to do it after I get my Citibank job.’
‘I don’t trust you. Anyway, upto you. You don’t listen to me, I don’t listen to
you,’ God said.
I opened my eyes. I had three minutes. Ananya would kill me if I went inside
the room. But a voice inside told me that if I didn’t go to her, the Citi country
manager or Rahul or Devesh could decide against me. Of course, my rational
mind knew I was being completely moronic. Both the events were not connected.
But there is only so much our rational mind knows. Maybe, events and karma are
connected. I ran to the HLL room.
‘Excuse me,’ the volunteer on the door said, blocking me.