The Last Club Interview


I was a second semester student at National Institute of Technology Karnataka just an year and a half ago. I would’ve almost forgotten about this if I had postponed the birth of this post. Yeah I’m talking about the club recruitment s at NITK( National Institute of Technology Karnataka)’s elusive clubs. There a dozen clubs at my college I guess (Robotics, Chess, CSI, IEEE, Music, Films, etc). One of them turns out to be the stargazing club (better known as the SGC). As many of you have already guessed this post would never have been written if I had made it to the club. But I consider you as a wise person if you’ve realised that I had an experience too.

There was this huge crowd gathered in the MSH (Main Seminar Hall) that evening. All of them were chit-chatting about random stuff. The boys wanted to see the girls.. And the girls wanted to be seen. And it was just another excuse to come out of the rooms in a cool outfit and find some purpose for still hanging around in NITK campus. I don’t remember who was sitting beside me. Neither did I care about who sat behind me. My mind was filled with school memories coupled with vague sounds about club recruitment process.

 I considered myself a novice as far as Astronomy was concerned.
I thought, “Hey I can get into this stuff. Let me try.”
Stargazing was not totally new to me. We had star gazing nights at our school during winter.
 We would stay up all night and watch the movement of various constellations (like Gemini, Orion’s Belt,etc)  as the night passed. We tried hard not to sleep and wandered in the campus packed in monkey caps and full-sleeved woollen sweaters. I loved that stuff thoroughly. Surprisingly the resource person was the guy whom I used to teach Sanskrit in the Sanskrit classes (I’ve Forgotten the name of that course). I was his favourite guy during star gazing nights. All such memories started to flood my mind and that distracted me from checking out the girls in MSH. Suddenly I recalled that I was in NITK. The standards must be much higher, I thought. So you may now understand why I called myself a novice.

There was a recruitment test and I kind of passed. There was an interview. I went there on time with my friend (as if it was a job interview). I had read up some Wikipedia articles though I frequently veered off to Facebook. After thirty minutes of waiting I was called in. I was a baccha (or a kid). I had never realised that 30 minutes late was not an exception but a standard at NITK. They asked me about my interests, some cool questions about astronomy. They enquired whether I had read Stephen Hawking (my reply was no). They also asked whether I had a blog.
I didn’t even know what a blog was!
“Sorry, come again”, was my reply.
Somehow I had convinced them that I had some interest in SGC and astronomy. I googled the word “blog” as soon as I returned to my room that day!

Then came the second and final round of interview. I did some more reading for that. I was fidgeting while I was standing outside the interview room. There were five people sitting. Two of them were girls. They didn’t look as friendly as the seniors I had met in first round. Their questions were like bouncers, in-swingers, reverse swing deliveries, doosras, teesras, googlies and finally I was clean bowled ( the center stump of my pride was pulled out of the ground ). I threw a stone at the moon as I walked back to my room. I knew so less.

That summer (during vacations), I read Carl Sagn’s “Cosmos” ; Hawking’s “A brief History of Time” , Feynman’s “QED:A Strange Theory of  Light and Matter .”I started this blog (Just to know what a blog is). I did a lot of writing .Finally I felt, that single bad evening did so much good to me. Of course that was the last club interview I ever attended at NITK.


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