The clock strikes 8:30AM. The tensions are rising, the moment of reckoning drawing closer and closer. Finally after seemed an eternity, a raspy female voice calls our hero, “You’re next. Please be ready with your documents.” He rises up, composes himself and takes confident strides towards the door. He knocks. “Come in”, sounds a voice from the other side.
One fireball after another. “Your marksheet resembles the economic crisis of 2008, you seem have to studied nothing in the last 3 years”, are just some of the zingers thrown at him. He answers with a calm demeanour, not too defensive while making his points. Finally, the interviewer says, “So what noteworthy thing have you done in your life”? And he starts. “I’ve been the best version of myself I could be, madam. And I’ve risen. Risen from the depths of academic underperformance. Risen from the abyss of loneliness. Risen from the deep and unforgiving woods of depression. But here I am, right before you. For I have risen.”
Rising like a phoenix, from the flames. This was a true depiction of events of my interview story. The interview that led to Institute of Management Technology, Ghaziabad, one of the premier business schools of the country. The place from where I write my redemption story.
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