Victor took a word from me that I would be at my best and clear this
interview. We quit the company we were working and are in search of a job that
would help us dust off the "Call Center" league. For all the support
he has rendered, I decided that I could do this much. While I was still lost in
my own thoughts, The HR called out on our names and informed us that we would
be talking to his "Trainer”. Victor and I decided that we would stick on
to our "magic number". Victor was called in and I was waiting for him
to come and give me the good news that the so called "Trainer" had
agreed upon the magic number. We were told that today we had to just negotiate
on our salary and we would be receiving our offer letters. I was so excited for
the fact that our families were just a call away to listen to our good news. It
was 15 mins that Victor has been to meet the "Trainer". While I was
still wondering what was taking Victor so long in the room, I saw him coming with
a neutral expression. Before even I could ask him what happened, I was called
in. I went inside and took a chair, only to listen to some mumbling. Even
before I could strain my ears to hear what that was, the man in the room spoke,
"Do not mind. Am talking to myself". Strange! So this must be the
"Trainer". I waited for him to finish his mumbling and after few
moments, he turned his face towards me and said, "So, you must be
Priyaanka! Can you brief me about your profile". I have been through this
many times and I went with the flow. His next question took me off guard for a
moment. "Please talk about something that interests you". I now
realized why Victor had that face. We were imagining about our magic numbers
and here I am trying to talk about something that interests me.
I reminded myself of the promise I
made to Victor and decided to talk about my blog as it was the only thing that
was keeping me occupied in my unemployed days. I told him about how my journey
began, how I dreamt of becoming Monica Seles when I was a kid and where I am
today. He waited for me patiently to complete and asked me what my dream is
now. I told him that I am in the process of differentiating between my
fantasies and my dreams. I was still wondering where this conversation was
heading towards, he began in a slow and relaxed voice – “I was the shortest guy
in the whole school. In spite of my mum
being a teacher in the same school, I was bullied by the strongest kids. I
always was worried if I ever would get married being so short. I wanted to
become stronger, and be confident so that the bullying would end. I finished my
schooling with all these thoughts. I
started working out and as my muscles started bulging, the confidence in me started
building up. After I finished my graduation, I came across the same guy who
bullied me to my nerve ends while in the school. The guy apparently couldn’t
recognize me but was in awe of me when he realized that it was me. I am now
happily married to a beautiful woman and am a proud father of two kids. When I look back now, it’s just like a page
turned over for me and the pages continue”.
The last sentence caught me off
my guard. What did he mean by a page turned over? Didn’t he come a long way to
realize his dream? Isn’t he supposed to enjoy the hangover? Then I memorized
the latter part of his sentence – “pages continue”. I have seen people being
over whelmed with happiness on being successful. I am here, talking to a person
who came a long way and still talks as if it was nothing but a page turned
over. In a way, he was teaching me something new – a dream is like a page. Once
you make it to come true, turn it over so that you might have a new page to
read – a new dream to realize and breathe in. What he spoke next lifted my spirits. No, it
wasn’t about the “magical number”. In his own words, “I have achieved my dreams
and am quite satisfied with the way things turned out for me. I do not know
what your dream is but am glad that I have met you – “someone who did not just
stop after reaching her dream but continues to motivate people to breathe their
dreams”. I thanked him for that and told him that it was amazing conversations
like this that inspire me to write something. I told him that if he ever reads
my blog, he shouldn’t be surprised to see our conversation in my blog. He told
me that he would go through my blog. This was unexpected and then it struck me
that “When the student is ready, the “Trainer” appears.
I was done with the
conversational interview and I came out to meet an anxious Victor who told me
that it’s been half an hour that I was called in for the interview. I told him
that I would tell him in detail as what happened in the interview. Hence, this
piece of writing.
Trainer, if you are
reading this, apologizes for the fact that I couldn’t take your name that day.