Wednesday, August 10


He was pretty dark, naïve and smiling. After the aptitude test held for the recruitment of the company I was just sipping some juice in their canteen, waiting for the results. This is when he came towards me and said hi. My minimum decency policy prompted to wish back. I offered him a chair besides me. Cheerfully he sat and introduced himself to me. Seeing my name being called out before the test and recognizing a south Indian surname he was of a conjecture that I might be somewhere from his place.

When I started to talk him in English he was a bit reluctant but gave answers. Then he started off with broken Hindi and asked me about tests and my whereabouts and being.

“I feel the scare” he said. What this guy will say in group discussion ahead, I thought.
Ten more minutes of chat with him made me feel sympathy for him. He was very ambitious and in need of a job. He knew his shortcoming about his language but sounded pretty confidant to appear for the group discussion.

After half an hour we both were heading to the conference hall, both in the same group. After self-introductions the topic for discussion was disclosed. Out of twelve or fifteen attendants he was the only one who was not good in English. All twelve spoke about the topic, their views and counterviews. After a furious session of half an hour we all got out. Now is the turn of results. The same guy came to me.

“You spoke well on the topic.” His eyes were sprinkling. “I Wish I talk more about the topic. I was stuck in between. Like stammering.” I looked at him. His eyes shadowed defeatism, for the first time. I recalled what all he talked. Yes, at times I felt like laughing when he spoke. But noticed an upbeat attitude in him. He was one of the three, who really spoke after understanding the topic thoroughly and aptly elucidating his views. Save him good gracious. I simply smiled at him. We had a quick confab related to the same topic given inside. I was very well impressed by his views and thoughts.

We had our snacks and came back to hall. There, the recruiter was with the results. I looked at him. I prayed for him also to get selected. I saw his hands quavering. She called out the names. I couldn’t hear any of the roll calls. But in a few seconds I saw him running to me. “We both is selected” I smiled. “Are” I corrected.

Now I realize, its not how you speak, but what you speak matters.


Kroopa Shah (Kr00pz) said...

Excellently written

Baejaar said...

"its not how you speak, but what you speak matters"
I wish it is true. Unfortunately in most circumstances, this isnt the case.

@mit said...

you write welll and think better.....

musings (m000nie) said...

oh this is so wonderful... not only for u but for him too... n u write well mister... i think i have mentioned this somewhere earlier too :)

Vinu said...



I know its not being the case..but somewhere sometime it happens so...thank good gracious such genre is not at extinct..


@musings..thanks musings..u all flatter me..wish i can write well ahead also..

Keshi said...

Exactly! It's not how you speak it's really what you speak..I always believed in that. Why - because at the Uni I went to, there were heaps of multi-cultural students who's English was really bad. But somehow during presentations (half of them I couldnt understand at all with their strong accents) they got through with flying's definitely the content that matters :)


Vinu said...

Yeah...very true keshi...One thing i have noticed is that sometimes the confidance wit which v put on things also matters alot...