I don't think it was a luck, it was a miracle

madugundurukmini By madugundurukmini, 23rd Jul 2014 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/36mol-mj/
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You must think I am very lucky to have met such a man the day before my interview. I don't think it was a luck, it was a miracle. I will tel you why.

Just as I was rising from my chair, the door opened again, and the missing person walked in

Te bus had reached our stop and it was time for us to part,. But the old man invited me home for a cup a tea. I was actually keen to return to my books at home but decided to spend some more time with him.

Now I am so glad that I did. No preparation was more valuable than the hour I spent with him as he told me about interviews over a cup of strong smelling tea (apparently he likes it with ginger and masala). I thought I knew everything about interviews, till I heard to the old man out.

Before I left him I asked him what he meant when he spoke about the tree and the axe in the bus. He said: `Actually, i didn't say that. Abraham Lincoln did. But I think it applies to every person appearing for an interview'. Later I looked up what Abram Lincoln has said. It was: `If I only eight hours to chop down a tree, I would spend six of those hours sharpening my axe'.

You must think I am very lucky to have met such a man the day before my interview. I don't think it was a luck, it was a miracle. I will tel you why.

The next day, I went for the interview. It was a panel that faced me but I was not nervous. One seat was vacant and I was told that the occupant of that chair would join a little later. The interview was almost over when someone walked in with cups of tea. I politely refused but a familiar smell hit me.

Just as I was rising from my chair, the door opened again, and the missing person walked in. Someone from the panel explained to him that they had finished the interview and inquired if he had anything more to ask. It was then that I looked at him. And I almost collapsed back into the chair. It was my old man, mu bus companion, my advisor. He was going through the notes prepared by another panel member and indicated that he had nothing to ask. He didn't even bother to look at me.
I walked to the door, trying my level best to stay composed. Just before the door closed I couldn't looking back. There he was, looking at me while sipping his favorite ginger tea. Did I imagine that or did he wink at me?

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