Apple and Orange - Episode 1

Apple and Orange by vino4d - Episode 1

Many people working around the world for their bosses. Some working for the passion. Mostly all are earning money, as form of paper, as form of digital number count on the bank accounts. All are earning, except few like me. Money. 

"what is your view on money" interviewer asked me.

In rapid, someone asking you this, what will be yours reply. I know its hypothetical one. So, I thought about it for few seconds—not more than seven sec. My friends told me the interviewer asked general questions generally. So, I already known there was no more techie picky questions for me, even though I didn't prepared for the interview properly.

The interviewer was pinned his eyes on me. If that eyes had ownership of pretty woman, I took more than seven seconds to answer. I told my view. I don't know it was satisfied to him or not. But I gave my obvious answer.

Now you may ask me, what did you told?. Before saying that, I like to tell you about the story of my kids. 

Apple and Orange.

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It was a day, after four months of unemployment—still unemployed. I stared the roof tiles from my bed(nope there is no bed, it just a cot), thinking about a Albert Einstein's quote, and I still had a doubt its the quote of Einstein or Edison. Whatever, the quote was..

“Single sheet of paper can't decide my future”

Not like every lastbench students just saying the quote while exams, I believed the quote to the core.

"Are you sure? There is no any other options to clear the arrears now.. like re-evaluation" manager asked me. We are near at his cabin glass door.

It was fifth time he repeated the same question over a month. I understood, he tried to help me out. But legally there is no way out from arrears. I did all re-evaluation things and lost money on that. So I repeated same answer, "No" over the month.

"Hm. Wait for some time. I will call you" he said and went back to his rolling chair.

I heard this much on the month, and never found how long was that 'some time'.

A clock striking at three, I was looking out through the invisible wall—couples are murmured and giggled under the tree, gangs are chit-chating and laughed on barrier walls, some people are speaking to phone—and I counting the days on company as scooping fruit lessi at cafeteria. 

Mmmm.. the yummy nectarous taste glueing on my tongue as chewing cashews and nuts . I loved it. 

One of my colleague, also my friend, sat next to me with hot cup of coffee.

"Hey!" I greeted him, "how is your day?"

"Leave that" he continued as sipping coffee, " it's bored as usual. First say, what they said to you?"

I explained him and also said there was more probablity of firing me. He listened all silently.

" I don't know when it's happen" I said as stirring the lessi, seeing fruits whirlling in the creamy curd.

"Before they firing you, you must will finish all your free coffees" he said with obvious look.

He cracked the joke for third time. Is he mean it.

What! I looked him puzzled.

"Don't waste your free coffees. Drink it all before leave this company" he said, and drinking the coffee slowly. 

I was stumped. 

***

Finally, the manager took me to HR manager cabin. 

"I'm really sorry, you have to leave the organisation" HR manager said.

I already guessed this. What can I say rather than requesting excuses. I requested once and once again.

"No. In my knowledge, I don't think it possible." She said, "I'm sorry, you have to resign the job"

I gave up the thought of ask her for third time, was thinking about a minute.

"Okay. I resign" I said, my face had no emotions.

" Hmm. We don't mention anything on your profile. This will be just as you resigned from company. You will get another good job. We also try to help you" she said.

"He had my contact number." the manager said, as smiled at me, was sat next to me.

" if you don't mind, may I ask you question"

She nodded.

"Whatever my marks will be now, I do same work here even I had arrears or not. Then why you bothered about.." I said, as looking her.

"Yeah.." She nodded impatiently.

"You got it right?"

"Yes. I understand. But there must will be the qualifications. Just knowing programs and coding was not the qualifications. If it's like then even the 10th grade student will be qualified. Employees must had degrees." She said.

My face showing her how I was unconvincing about her reply.

"Eh?.. To run the organisation, we must follow the rules and policies. We had policies like that"

"Okay" I smiled.

Within ten minutes, I signed my resignation letter and dropped my id card into a box — was like temple donation box.

To getting and joining the job, it took long several months and procedures. But to leave, it taking just few minutes or seconds. 

Destroyed in seconds, showing at 9pm everyday at your favorite tv channel. 

I remembered the television ad and laughed myself. 

Single sheet of paper may can't decide your future, but it f**k your job. 

I was kicked out from a multi national company within seventy days because of couple of arrears popped up on my marksheet at exactly the third day of my job. But now I am not worried about that, I was thinking what to do next.

A ceiling fan wings swinging noisily, sunrays went inside by single undersized window of my room. I checked my whatsapp—no more new messages—on smartphone, and posting a status.

Hey guys

If you know about any part-time job vacancies.

PING ME :)

I put down the phone, looked the books stacked near my pillow, picked one and rolled few pages and threw back. Again I checked the 

Whatsapp Messenger, this time for viewing other's statuses—one of the best time killer. 

As scrolling the statuses, one post was made me urged. It was thirty seconds video clip of a hot actress as showing her cleavage with some disco beats.

"why this guy post this at afternoon", I said myself as gawked, downloading the clip and posted on my status feed, then wanked—another one of the best time killer. 

From past five months, my life routine was in a cycle—Sleep, Eat, Read, Wank, Movies, and Sleep. By my knowledge, in our country, the major unemployed male graduates stories was similarly like this—female, had curious tales than male. In between this cycle, we must had heavy resistance shield to survive among our parents' and relatives' roasting.

For the information, the two-third of working graduates are not had that kind of shield. In others, the half of them had no other choice than working. In this kind of surrounding, even I can't say when my shield will break.

Phone ranged a tune "Ena polabu ithu.. Nama vazhka.." a tamil dialogue of a comedian.

"Machi, can you come for a photoshoot with me tomorrow. I need some assistance so, will you?" My friend said over the phone, was a freelance photographer.

"I will da.. which spot da.." I agreed his offer, and the studio—work spot— was just 300 metre away from my house, then it was just for day. 

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To be continue..