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One year and three months later

'So tell us why you’re here,’ said a thirty-year-old man. He wore a
red tie and a crisp white shirt.

I was at HSBC’s placement interview, facing a panel of three
bankers. Each wore a pained and bored expression. They had heard

over forty Stephanians talk nonsense about their greatness. Each

candidate had solved all the problems India faced, redesigned the
bank’s strategy and promised to work harder than apartheid-era slaves.
Why do companies bother with such interviews? Perhaps it makes

them feel better to talk about the problems of the world, even though

the actual job involves sitting at a desk and punching formulas into
spreadsheets.

I had no answer for my panel. I didn’t know why I had applied to
them, or for any job at all. I hated Delhi. I flashbacked to my college

life. Yes, I’d loved it when I had first joined college. The first year had
gone by so quickly it had felt like a vacation. The second year was

painful, with Riya breaking up with me. However, she was at Itast
around. I could steal a glance at her every now and then, be rejected

every couple of months and still remember the good times. I had
something then that keeps people going during the worst times—hope.

I dreamt Riya would come around one day. She would realize I
was her perfect partner—in terms of height, basketball, mental

connect, how hours felt like minutes when we were together and how
little we cared about the rest of the world. She never did. She slapped

a wedding card on me and left. My Bihari gang had made me swear on

my mother I would never contact her again. I didn’t. She quit college
in a couple of weeks. She had a lavish wedding, Stephanians who

attended it said afterwards. I’m sure Rohan spent the colleges entire
annual budget on the wedding reception. I overheard that Riya had

gone to Bora Bora for her honeymoon. The name of the place sounded