Hi all! I, Arjun Prasad a B.Tech
graduate would like to bring to your kind notice that I was once a student of a
corporate school. I had an experience of 6 years in the corporate world and so
I shall not find it a difficult to be a software engineer. I can assure you
that I shall never complain of holidays as I was sent to a residential in my 9th
class and so I had long ago forgotten the meaning of the word homesick. I am
here with attaching one of my experiences in the beginning years of my hostel
life. Considering my experience and my letter I hope you shall consider me the
best suit for your company. Hope you find it the perfect story copy-pasted in
all the diaries of the “corporate products”.
Wake up! Wake up! It’s already five
in the morning echoed the words of the warden across the corridor. Scowling and
grumbling I woke out of my bed and moved to the washroom. I splashed water on
my face and forcibly woke myself out of my dreams. Oh My God! I have a class at
5:30 and it’s already 5:15. I quickly rushed with a brush in my mouth and
arranged my back pack. I had to make it to class in 15 minutes or else I shall
have to stay awake all night to complete the pending notes.
I had to run all the four floors down to reach
my class where I found my friends still sleepy just like me except for the
first benchers who could stay awake all their life. Few of my friends were
still rushing into the room while few were sleeping at back of the class
drowsed from the night outs. The lecturer, a man in his 30’s seemed to be the
only young person sitting in the class while we the 14 year old boys were all
stooping and lounging.
The
classes started with physics followed by mathematics. The innumerable hours of
calculating the weight of random rocks and celestial bodies seemed unending.
“An unconditional reflex is….,” the sir was saying when the bell had finally
rung. Within no time I was in the canteen stuffing myself with a chapatti which
can be expanding all over the plate if stretched. Ring! Ring! Ring! I was
mumbling to myself over the telephone after 15 minutes at the telephone
counter. “Hello”, my mom picked the call. “Hello Mama”, I called restraining
the emerging tears. “Beta, how are you? What’s wrong with your voice? Are you
crying?” And on the other side I had to cover my mouth not to let her know that
I was crying. After a minute I had gathered my courage again and asked, “When
are you coming?” and then I had to burst out. I then spoke to her for two
minutes and hung the call.
“My
mother is coming tomorrow”, I shouted to my friend and ran to the class. For
the entire day I was cheerful yelling and crying with joy. Even the diluted
sambar and buttermilk tasted great. I studied till mid-night along with the star
batch and made of number of resolutions for myself. The next day I completed my
slip test within one hour and ran to the mess so that I can easily run to my
mom as soon as my name gets announced. I sat there for two hours watching all
my friends come out the exam hall. I tried to call my mother but the queue in
the telephone counter was so long the day being a Sunday. “I can anyway run
down the stairs once called for” I thought to myself and walked back to my
room. I settled my books and made my bed when my friend came in. “My parents
are here”, he called out and we ran to the reception. His parents brought us
some sweets and chocolates and we had them all in large gulps. They then
planned to take us on an outing but I refused and he went off with them. I once
again wandered around the reception and the telephone counter but could find no
traces of a call for me. I eagerly peeped at the gate and depressed went back.
I was on the fourth floor when I heard “Room no.405, Arjun Prasad there’s a
call for you”. I ran down the stairs skipping two steps at a time. I was in no
time in front of the reception when the receptionist handed me a telephone.
Hesitantly I held the receiver to my ear. “Arjun”, it was my mother. She was
telling something about father having some work but all I could hear that she
is not coming. I ran to my room and wept my heart out. I slept there for hours
together I don’t know how many when out of my dreams I could hear someone
calling. I slowly opened my eyes and I could see the warden shouting” Arjun,
your parents are waiting for you”. I gathered all my energy I got all the
stairs down suspecting it to be a prank on me. “My mother clearly told me that
she is not coming, then how can my parents wait for me? “Arjun, I might not be
able to come but I shall try my best to be there before noon,” she told. I
heard only the first five words of my mother and the rest of them mingled with
my sobs. Oh! So my mother has come”, I was thinking so when I heard the
familiar call, “Arjun beta!” I ran to my mother and hugged her. I couldn’t
speak to her. I thought of telling her so many things, I rehearsed on showing
her my marks and complaining her about the hostel and demanding her to take me
back home but all I could do was to hug
her and sob. I stood so for 15 minutes hugging her and crying.
After
an hour I was sitting with her in a hotel eating to the best of my heart. I
felt like crying on seeing so much food. The hostel mess provides us only
morsels. I wandered around the city until evening and we finally reached our
hostel gates. She reported handing me back to the hostel and bade me good bye.
“The time is up ma’ m”, cried the receptionist and the warden dragged me back
to the stairs. The gates were closed on my face and I felt myself being locked
in a cage and my mother looked like a visitor not interesting to leave the zoo
after the visiting hours. I sat there and wept holding the gates but my mother
just vanished. She never looked back at me but deep inside my heart I know that
she just like me couldn’t restrain her tears and so ran away out of my sight. I
cried all night and slept at mid-night. “Wake up! Wake up! It’s already five in
the morning,” echoed the cries of the warden across the corridor and I had to
wake up into another drowsy morning of my life.
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