We are all pretty down at the moment. Let me see….the exact feeling is a motley of outrage, apprehension, worry and disappointment. Placement season has got off to a gloomy start, probably the gloomiest that any of us will ever witness. And while we try to find threads of hope and cling on for dear sanity, the tide still looms, the tempest roars on.
Shakespeare seems to enter my more or less mundane world quite often. I encountered The Merry Wives of Windsor in a crossword today morning. Thanks to my thankless-for-a-reason department, I have been exempted from appearing for at least two of the companies being opened for the department, down to the final job offer. Which means- I am free and have nearly bitten my fingers off. Seeing that there are only three companies that are offering anything to the Iron Men this time, I can finally state- I am really and truly screwed. The crisis is now more real than ever, and, for once, the ‘elite’ of the country are wetting their diapers.But then, this is a trap of our own making. Little work, misplaced faith and complacency have demanded a price- our futures.
That apart, the ones who deserve to keep theirs are being unfairly dealt with. Explain why a company would go through all the trouble of three rounds of interviews to shortlist two from twenty, and reject both. Or why the most eligible person for a job on campus is paying the price of his intern guide’s gross negligence. Or why one bright young man is eyed by covetous people who reach their hands out to the girl next to him. Here is an indication of something gone wrong. We have debated so often on work ethics. If there is none, please tell us so now. If there is a social obligation, inform us beforehand. But all we ask for is that these companies be blunt. No amount of circumlocution can possibly obscure the fact that gross injustice has been perpetrated at some level. Maybe it is not the companies. But somewhere down the line, it exists.
Through all this, there are always glimmers of hope. Mho got through on account of sheer boldness and locution. Hats off/pagdi to him. There are more who have made it through, and reduce the burden on the rest of us. A bow to them for their chivalry or selfishness, whichever it is.
As for me, I am still in limbo, waiting for that elusive shortlist that will enable me to wear the four thousand buck blazer that I bought. Meanwhile, I’ll just find a way of staying busy. And to the rest with me, the very best of luck.