amitbudhwar
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But on the other hand, no tax on salary.
Experiences with Alcohol
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akshaymalik84
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"किसे बाबा नै बताई है कि पीनी जरूरी है? टाल मार दे"
I ain't no quitter. See you at Gaurriya next time.
I ain't no quitter. See you at Gaurriya next time.
akshaymalik84
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The Day (and Night) I got my first Job
It was late September of year 2005, With most of my friends already placed in various software companies, I was getting frustrated by the lack of Core Mechanical companies visiting the campus. I was too dumb to understand the stupid software languages like C,C++ etc., I hated them as much as I hate Manchester United. After being rejected by Maruti Suzuki Ltd.(Which I realized later was a best thing happened to me), it was getting harder for me. Then came one of the biggest EPC Company on earth, FLUOR. The night before was a big night as usual thanks to these Job parties. I woke up late and had to rush through to exam hall without having a bath and shave. The written test was easy so was the technical interview but the HR lady quickly realized that I am way out of classes with booze coming out of my bones, red eyes, unshaved without tie and wrinkled shirt. I thought this job is also gone but with all the hangover of last night I wasn’t afraid and cracked their questions with supreme confidence. After an hour the list came out and I was one of 4 selected out of some 100 students.
My happiness was quickly swept away when I saw my friends waiting for me outside the hall, ready with their Chappal, sharp edged leather shoes, cricket bat etc. It’s a tradition that whoever gets the job will be almost beaten to death. So they pick me up by holding my hands and legs wide and start thrashing me for next 15 min. It was the worst beating I ever took. I needed a beer to forget about the pain in my back. Along with all those chappal and shoes, my friends also brought some beers with them. Well it’s always nice to have a chilled beer in scorching sun with such cruel and lovely friends. I told my father about the job and asked for some money for a big night out. To my surprise he said – Spend as much as you want and can drink as long as you can walk on your own feet. That’s what I wanted to hear, and within 15 minutes 50-60 of my friends started to march towards Hotel Saffron in auto rickshaws. God knows how much alcohol we consumed that night. Consider 50-60 young guys with age about 20-21 in an open lawn with DJ and unlimited alcohol and no one to stop. It was crazy out there with bottles of beers, vodka, and whiskey rolling on the grass along with most of my friends. It was past midnight we reach at hostel. It took as 13 Auto to come back in comparison to earlier 6 because most of us were at sleep and auto driver could not accommodate more than 5. I went into my room and just fell on my bed with my face down. My back was so swollen and red that I could not sleep on my back for one week. That was one of the craziest day and wildest night of my final year.
It was late September of year 2005, With most of my friends already placed in various software companies, I was getting frustrated by the lack of Core Mechanical companies visiting the campus. I was too dumb to understand the stupid software languages like C,C++ etc., I hated them as much as I hate Manchester United. After being rejected by Maruti Suzuki Ltd.(Which I realized later was a best thing happened to me), it was getting harder for me. Then came one of the biggest EPC Company on earth, FLUOR. The night before was a big night as usual thanks to these Job parties. I woke up late and had to rush through to exam hall without having a bath and shave. The written test was easy so was the technical interview but the HR lady quickly realized that I am way out of classes with booze coming out of my bones, red eyes, unshaved without tie and wrinkled shirt. I thought this job is also gone but with all the hangover of last night I wasn’t afraid and cracked their questions with supreme confidence. After an hour the list came out and I was one of 4 selected out of some 100 students.
My happiness was quickly swept away when I saw my friends waiting for me outside the hall, ready with their Chappal, sharp edged leather shoes, cricket bat etc. It’s a tradition that whoever gets the job will be almost beaten to death. So they pick me up by holding my hands and legs wide and start thrashing me for next 15 min. It was the worst beating I ever took. I needed a beer to forget about the pain in my back. Along with all those chappal and shoes, my friends also brought some beers with them. Well it’s always nice to have a chilled beer in scorching sun with such cruel and lovely friends. I told my father about the job and asked for some money for a big night out. To my surprise he said – Spend as much as you want and can drink as long as you can walk on your own feet. That’s what I wanted to hear, and within 15 minutes 50-60 of my friends started to march towards Hotel Saffron in auto rickshaws. God knows how much alcohol we consumed that night. Consider 50-60 young guys with age about 20-21 in an open lawn with DJ and unlimited alcohol and no one to stop. It was crazy out there with bottles of beers, vodka, and whiskey rolling on the grass along with most of my friends. It was past midnight we reach at hostel. It took as 13 Auto to come back in comparison to earlier 6 because most of us were at sleep and auto driver could not accommodate more than 5. I went into my room and just fell on my bed with my face down. My back was so swollen and red that I could not sleep on my back for one week. That was one of the craziest day and wildest night of my final year.
Till now, I got once chance ever to taste a sip a drink. It was colorless, odorless and even tasteless. If I ever get the chance to taste same, I will strictly deny as that only sip was the last chance to sit and dine with my lovely brother with long life, who is retired from his services. Since then I am on long wait to meet him, not for drink but to feel the same comfort in his enclosed arms.
