Bangalore in my eyes..

I was tired waiting to be interviewed. I had come in the morning. I underwent different rounds of the interview. The sun was setting when someone called my name for the final round.

Until then I was just sitting by a window in the second floor, looking at busy Infantry road. Street lights had already reported to their duties. It was too long to be tensed. I had no tension and was lost in my own world.

When my name was called up, I just remembered that I had gone there for the interview. I remembered all the soft skills I needed for an interview. Entered inside the interviewer's chamber. It was the round to decide my speaking skills.

"So.. you are new to Bangalore. How do you like it?" - interviewer's question.

"Well... sir.. I like it very much. It's good" - he wanted me to speak, but I had answered.

"Could you please describe Bangalore?" - I understood he wanted me to speak bit longer.

I was still in the imagination mode. All that I was thinking when I was sitting by the window outside until then came out as a strange answer that nobody would dare to answer in an interview.

I started speaking…

“Sir.. Bangalore is very interesting. It is like a woman..” I could see a shock on interviewer’s face. But who cares!! I continued..

“It’s like a girl in her sixteen in the morning – very beautiful, still innocent and calm. As the day goes, Bangalore becomes a typical house-wife in the afternoon – matured, hardworking, sweaty, careless about its appearance, dedicated yet beautiful. When the time still passes, in the evening Bangalore becomes a professional prostitute – dresses up well with colour lights, becomes artificially beautiful, gets busy with business. Overall Bangalore is good sir”

After that answer, I thought I had given a great answer. You can easily guess the interview result. I was rejected.