Sitting in the waiting room I wish I had opted for my hair removal.
No, I was never drop dead gorgeous. Guys never turned their head again and again to look at me. And my sister always told me….Do take some care of yourself. But did I ever listen to her, no.
Yes I passed out of my PGDBA with a gold medal and all but the finance market was down at that time and I was left searching high and low for a job. Yes, I gave exams, interviews but all to no avail. I passed the written examination of a bank and my parents were so relieved. You see I had laid down the condition that I wanted to work at least for a year before they could search for alliances for me. Till then marriage could wait
And so I dreamt of a job wherein I would go wearing a starched saree, with a mobile in one hand, a file on another. Till my mother gently tapped my shoulder and said, ‘now will you prepare for the interview’. The first round went well. The meeting with the GM was next. The answers for the preliminary questions were all fine. But he kept on looking at me. No, nothing indecent but just kept on looking. The he asked me, ‘So you get a job here. Tomorrow you get married. Then you get posted someplace else; that is you are transferred, then what you will do?’
I said, ‘That we will have to discuss amongst us’. I mean what could I say about the future partner.
He looked at me again and said, ‘that is it’.
And no I was not selected.
That was the second rejection. Earlier one was in Chennai where in I had gone for a floor manager’s job in one of the leading malls. The interview had gone well but I had not been selected.
Still ‘dimaag ki bati nahi jali’ ie the tube light did not flash even then. I did not understand…….
And here I was sitting amidst all these smart girls/ women in Mumbai. Who looked impeccable and me….. a hairy goat. I got up and went to the ladies room. And peered at myself. Yes this girl (me- I have always been a girl for myself :)) looked good. Only if ….some finesse was needed. At that time I wished I had opted for my hair removal. But no; that had to wait.
The first round went well. The second round was on the next day.I rushed and got myself a Gillette satin care and did the needful.
Then rushed to the nearest saloon and did the rest- threading of eyebrows etc. And then I went home and slept.
The next day at the second round, the coordinator looked at me for a full 5 minutes and said, ‘You look different’
I said,’ Just different….’ and gave him a flashy smile.
‘You look gorgeous mmmm very refined ‘, he said in a very ‘refined ‘ way.
I got that job. Yes, people looks can build confidence too. And Gillette Satin care gave me my much-needed confidence.
My sister had the last word ( sentence) though, ‘I told you, take care of yourself.’ Sisters I tell you they know best.
This post is a part of the Gillette Satin Care contest in association with BlogAdda.com Yes I never participate in contests but this I want to win, so that I can gift the Ipad to someone special-the man who stands by me 🙂