Placard Of Placement

In the season of job recruitments, I think its wise for placement cell of our college, to take their sign board shouting "Placements" off. The reason to be stated is quite simple. For the last month placement cell of our college has been the hottest and busiest place in the campus. And a big bunch of students always green near the cell can easily make out a P for placements with their hands and legs stretched!.

The funniest thing I noticed about placements is, the guy who is supposed to be the cream of the placements procedure is pushed down the stack!. ( I am not talkin about myself (neither am I saying that I am very much intelligent! ( may be a little I am))). And every morning the procedure for placements is simple. Wake up, head down for break fast as always the mess is closed, and try justifying quality of idlis and versus the amount we pay for it. And head back to placement cell with an orange belt.. sorry tag with an ID card hanging around your neck. And wait till _time+2 hrs where _time is the time mentioned in the placement notice board.

And just before you are frustrated and are about to leave the cell cursing the placement, they appear suddenly from thin air!. Everytime the vehicle is same ( INNOVA) and only the colour keeps changing ( company has found an efficient transportation media to stuff their workers in :) ). Now that they have already made you wait for 1 1/2 hour, 1 more hour doesn't matter to them. The crowd then blind steps towards the auditorium. Every one knows where they sat last time and they take their respective positions ( this has become a routine).

Then follows the lame, volume less, energy less, hardly humorous, little understandable, unheard presentation by HRs of most of the teams. They try their level best to portrait how big their pond is and how many fishes dwell in it. At the end of presentation only thing that matters to everyone is HOW much space do they get in that pond. Most of the people are just bothered of getting placed. SOMEHOW, SOMEWHERE!. Sad to say I too became one ( convincing family can be little tricky ).

And the mob diverts towards the PS block and everyone is on run to get the last seat in the drawing hall( even though everyone knows that they can't copy and will not). Once seated you can't help your mind wonder what will be thrown at you that day. Then comes the question paper and irony is as follows. The distributor keeps the question paper in front of you and shouts " Please don't look at question paper" I mean, are they testing our loyalty or what ?.

And when you do open the question paper, in the name of aptitude, they ask you to calculate logarithm of shuffled variables, re-invent the algeabric maths, and count number of numbers divisible both by 2,3 and not 5! Not just that, some completely insane and useless questions are put forth to test your level of craziness ( there were of course few questions which made a lot of sense). As if this job wasn't already in mud, they (Mys**t trac) start outsourcing aptitude? same old questions repeated over time and again. I got them all printed in my mind after I wrote it thrice!. Somehow, you are tested on the basis of how much you can remember of what you have read in last two weeks. They don't give a damn to that stud who has created wonders and done a marvellous project in Perl and has scored 60 in engg. The fact is they just don't let you in and they never get to see that you are really that brilliant!.

Submitted By : Sameer.A.M, VII CS SJCE Mysore