One of the picture's from my profile.

How my Instagram profile got me a job

The title is not for click bait purposes. The incidents mentioned in the following paragraphs are purely incidental and bear 100% resemblance to the truth. 

As bizarre as it sounds, one of my social media profiles, got me a job. Read on to know how.

On an average Tuesday afternoon, I got a call from my friend who recently joined a start-up in Bangalore. (Adding an unnecessary, irrelevant heads up: whenever someone moves to Bangalore, it can mean 2 things and 2 things alone. Either he/she is joining a start-up or he/she is starting one.)

So I pick up the phone and she tells me that my Instagram profile has a new viewer, one of her companies founders. The founder liked the way I captioned my pictures and thought that similar content could be used to build out of the box marketing campaigns. He expressed interest in meeting me and I promised to meet on the following Friday.

Friday morning came and it wasn’t the best morning for me. Not only did I find a cockroach casually hanging out on my t-shirt in the washroom, I found myself succumbing to screams and horror thereafter. I was wearing that t-shirt, by the way. The cockroach, let’s call him Mogambo, was half the size of my middle finger. Yet I screamed, cringed and cursed my life for bringing this morning to my doorstep.

My next step was to grab a repellant and spray it all over Mogambo. Mogambo tried to run away and finally breathed his last in my roommate’s bedroom. His last words were, “Don’t take this as validation to use the spray again. It’s not the spray that killed me, it’s your roommate’s bedroom. It’s never the spray. Sprays are a hoaaaaaaxxxxxx!”

In the next 15 minutes, glad that I had gotten rid of Mogambo, I was stepping out of my washroom when I slipped over the repellent’s remnants on the floor. Nothing except my bum and spirits were hurt and broken.

Till this point, I had not remembered about the meeting I was supposed to go for.

But soon, I was reminded about it by my friend. I tried to gather my spirits, but they were really upset. Somehow, I managed to convince them, they came together to enable me to do what I had to. I got up, bathed for a change, and mentally prepared myself for what was to follow.

Unlike other interviews, I was unprepared for this one. I knew a little bit about the company and what they do. I downloaded their app to see what they had to offer.

Other than that, I had nothing prepared. I took an Uber and spent an hour listening to Bonobo’s “Kerala” on repeat.

Now I had finally reached the destination and my stomach was already witnessing butterflies that were trying to spread the nervousness. I didn’t let them get to me, how could they, they were inside my stomach.

I walk inside the very pleasant office space, following the founder. Asked to take a seat, I sit and smile. The founder starts the conversation with me where he asks me questions about me, tells me his vision for the company and how it all came together.

It’s very exciting to see people talk about something they love doing. Their eyes shine, almost as if they are picturing their motivations and dreams as they speak of it.

I was told about my role, the impact they’d want me to make and so on. Following this, I was introduced to the other employees and was told to prepare a task.

I met the founders on the following Monday where I was asked to present my ideas. These were people who believe in their company more than anything else and who now wanted to test my abilities. Could I bring something out of the box to the table? I didn’t know.

So I pick up a marker and stand in front of the whiteboard, shaking and trembling because I get anxiety when in front of audiences. Even if the audience is as big as 3 people. I am recalling the time when I was in school and in class 10, I was given the responsibility to read out a prayer on the annual day. Trying my best to hide my nervousness, I read out the prayer in one quick robotic speech. But wait, suddenly, I forgot the line I was on, panic struck and all I could say was a loud, very clear, “SHIT!”

So it’s evident that I am not the best at handling anything at all.

Moving on, inside the room where I was being interviewed, complete with white fluorescent lights and a deadly silence, these people were interested in what I had to say, their eyes fixated on me.

I go ahead and start speaking, taking reference from a notebook I had scribbled my thoughts on. They questioned, suggested, probed, gave me a few on the spot questions and I continue my streak.

A series of more tasks and conversations later, I submitted my final task.

The weekend goes by and I am told on Monday that they liked my ideas and wanted me on board.

How cool is that? Now I could write about this experience and had a story to tell.


Sorry, the city is closed

There have been 2 ‘bandhs’ and a curfew like situation in Bangalore (happening right now) within the last 2 weeks. Section 144 has been imposed in the city owing to some degree of violence directed at the people of Tamil Nadu and cars with Tamil Nadu registrations. (The cars didn’t even say anything to you, it’s just very expensive metal, let it be?)

All this is happening for a natural resource dear to us, water.

For those of you unaware of what’s happening in Bangalore, I’ll explain. (Dushyant from Sarabhai versus Sarabhai). Tamil Nadu needs water since they don’t have a lot of it, and Karnataka is Tamil Nadu’s neighbour. Similar to the Hindi film/movie scene wherein people ask their neighbours for sugar or groceries when they run out of it, Tamil Nadu asked Karnataka for help. Even though the river flows through both states, the rules of sharing the water in a fixed proportion haven’t worked out well in the past. Karnataka is really possessive about its water, they don’t want to share. (Basically, Karnataka didn’t study a lot of moral science in school.)

A valid argument from Karnataka’s side is that river Cauvery’s water is the only source and they might not have a lot of surpluses left. Additionally, Tamil Nadu would have to spend a considerable amount of money in order to purify the water from its alternate source.

Last week, the political leaders, obliging to the Supreme Court’s order, agreed to share (so sweet, aren’t they?) This angered some people of Karnataka, who have never wasted a drop of water, never, and have been relentless in their efforts to save it since the problem arose. So naturally, they raised their voice.

Protestors are taking over certain parts of the city by pelting stones at people who weren’t even involved in the decision-making mechanism. There are better ways to protest and raise your voice, obviously. I won’t go there since most attack and acts of violence manage to affect people who were not involved in it.

The Nirbhaya rape case led to so many marches and silent protests across the country. The irony between that case and what’s happening today in Bangalore is that in the Nirbhaya case (and many others), protestors and people hungry for justice were pulled down, hit, tear gassed. Today in Bangalore, protestors are the bosses, instilling fear among the civilians, and they are succeeding. Something similar and more intense was seen during the Jat agitation in Haryana earlier this year, as well.

Vehicles are being burnt, slogans are being shouted, offices, shops are being shut down. Day to day movements are being hampered, people are advised to stay home and I am unable to order any food.

Seriously, stop.