I had called my boss and told him that i was not going back to London and was very sorry to not resign in person, well he snorted but he let me go in a perfect civil manner of an English. It has been a week that i set out to search for a MBA candidate who could fit into the shoes of CEO Amulya Communications. But had no luck so far, i turn to the window and listen to the pattering of rain. It has been raining heavily for quite some days now, the weather dull and gloomy. I turn back to my camera and start cleaning its lens...
A knock,
"come in"
a tapping sound of leather shoes on the wooden floor.
i ask "are you wet?"
"excuse me!"
a sweet baritone, i realize my question had other inappropriate connotations. A giggle escapes my mouth
"I am sorry, i meant are you wet from the rain? because Ranga amma won't like it."
"Ranga amma?? "
"the janitor."
" Well not much but how do you know i came from outside?"
different accent, kind of from Ireland
"no one who is from the office knocks this door."
***
what?? such a peculiar girl, and so manner less she didn't even look at me once while talking so much for Indian hospitality. The stupid receptionist didn't respond properly, all i said was ( excuse me i am here to apply for the CEO's post and she showed me the direction to this chamber without a word )
such a strange place whom am i supposed to meet? god!! and this strange manner less girl who is more interested in a camera than a person waiting in front her.
"Are you still standing?"
obviously i am not as manner less as her to sit down without being asked to, i sigh!
"sit down, and tell me about your self."
what the hell, who the hell is she? sitting on a bean bag cleaning camera lens ...
" I am sorry i thought reporters and photographers were in the other wing and this wing was for administration." I say irritated,
"Yes, you are right. But this question was not an answer for my question."
such a curt reply,who could this peculiar, manner less and cocky girl be??
"Ma'am i am here to meet some one who is in charge of interview for the CEO post."
"Phew! yes, i know and call me Amulya."
what?? she is Amulya Deshpande, the sole inheritor of this empire???? is this some kind of a joke? i look at her more intently. Average looking. short, clumsy in her posture seated rather sprawled across the Bean bag, hair tied in a lose bun or just clutched with a clutch lose strands of unruly hair across her face, peering at the camera. This girl with no essence of grace, poise and manners owned this empire i let out a sigh!!
"If you are done checking me out and speculating about me can we get to the point?""
oops!!! i didn't think she noticed, she was cleaning that stupid camera the whole time, she was still changing it in different positions and peering at it admiringly! what was she trying to do any way? i knew i had to say some thing so i say..
"Miss Deshpande i am Raghav Kashyap...." she cuts my words she is so damn manner less
"okay Mr kashyap, don't call me anything other than Amulya and please get to the point faster."
she says still looking at the camera trying to do something and flash.
"oh i am sorry i didn't mean to .."
" it is okay" i say curtly now looking at her face which is hid behind the stupid camera and flash again.
" I am really sorry, i...." she trails of looking into the screen of the camera.
she looks at me for the first time, her eyes on me scanning me her brown with black outlined eye balls fixed on me in a peculiar way. I have never been looked at this way, she gets up awkwardly and seats herself on the table directly in front of me.
"Where did you study?" she takes my file and looks at it and before i say a word she snaps and snorts
"MBA from Harvard, graduation from Yale "
Her reaction amuses me, and a smile escapes my lips, surprising me. She looks at me at that instant and her brows furrow. Is she confused? but why? and that look in her eyes!
"This is crazy", she tosses the file and hands me a photo frame.
i look at it puzzled, a picture of a woman sprawled on the floor with a magazine in front of her, her head tilted to one side as if she is looking at the person taking this picture accusingly yet with immense love. But why did she give this picture to me? i look at it again i see a pair of green eyes looking at me. oh wait! my eyes? i dismiss the thought and look at her soft but well sculpted face her sly smile and it strikes again her dimple, my dimple! i shake my head and give the photo back to her.
"Crazy right?"
"No, thousands of people have green eyes and get a dimple."
"yes." she looks at the photo again.
"Who is she?"
"She was my mother."
A knock,
"come in"
a tapping sound of leather shoes on the wooden floor.
i ask "are you wet?"
"excuse me!"
a sweet baritone, i realize my question had other inappropriate connotations. A giggle escapes my mouth
"I am sorry, i meant are you wet from the rain? because Ranga amma won't like it."
"Ranga amma?? "
"the janitor."
" Well not much but how do you know i came from outside?"
different accent, kind of from Ireland
"no one who is from the office knocks this door."
***
what?? such a peculiar girl, and so manner less she didn't even look at me once while talking so much for Indian hospitality. The stupid receptionist didn't respond properly, all i said was ( excuse me i am here to apply for the CEO's post and she showed me the direction to this chamber without a word )
such a strange place whom am i supposed to meet? god!! and this strange manner less girl who is more interested in a camera than a person waiting in front her.
"Are you still standing?"
obviously i am not as manner less as her to sit down without being asked to, i sigh!
"sit down, and tell me about your self."
what the hell, who the hell is she? sitting on a bean bag cleaning camera lens ...
" I am sorry i thought reporters and photographers were in the other wing and this wing was for administration." I say irritated,
"Yes, you are right. But this question was not an answer for my question."
such a curt reply,who could this peculiar, manner less and cocky girl be??
"Ma'am i am here to meet some one who is in charge of interview for the CEO post."
"Phew! yes, i know and call me Amulya."
what?? she is Amulya Deshpande, the sole inheritor of this empire???? is this some kind of a joke? i look at her more intently. Average looking. short, clumsy in her posture seated rather sprawled across the Bean bag, hair tied in a lose bun or just clutched with a clutch lose strands of unruly hair across her face, peering at the camera. This girl with no essence of grace, poise and manners owned this empire i let out a sigh!!
"If you are done checking me out and speculating about me can we get to the point?""
oops!!! i didn't think she noticed, she was cleaning that stupid camera the whole time, she was still changing it in different positions and peering at it admiringly! what was she trying to do any way? i knew i had to say some thing so i say..
"Miss Deshpande i am Raghav Kashyap...." she cuts my words she is so damn manner less
"okay Mr kashyap, don't call me anything other than Amulya and please get to the point faster."
she says still looking at the camera trying to do something and flash.
"oh i am sorry i didn't mean to .."
" it is okay" i say curtly now looking at her face which is hid behind the stupid camera and flash again.
" I am really sorry, i...." she trails of looking into the screen of the camera.
she looks at me for the first time, her eyes on me scanning me her brown with black outlined eye balls fixed on me in a peculiar way. I have never been looked at this way, she gets up awkwardly and seats herself on the table directly in front of me.
"Where did you study?" she takes my file and looks at it and before i say a word she snaps and snorts
"MBA from Harvard, graduation from Yale "
Her reaction amuses me, and a smile escapes my lips, surprising me. She looks at me at that instant and her brows furrow. Is she confused? but why? and that look in her eyes!
"This is crazy", she tosses the file and hands me a photo frame.
i look at it puzzled, a picture of a woman sprawled on the floor with a magazine in front of her, her head tilted to one side as if she is looking at the person taking this picture accusingly yet with immense love. But why did she give this picture to me? i look at it again i see a pair of green eyes looking at me. oh wait! my eyes? i dismiss the thought and look at her soft but well sculpted face her sly smile and it strikes again her dimple, my dimple! i shake my head and give the photo back to her.
"Crazy right?"
"No, thousands of people have green eyes and get a dimple."
"yes." she looks at the photo again.
"Who is she?"
"She was my mother."
No comments:
Post a Comment