Chapters (76)
- Cover
- SIDIN VADUKUT
- GOD SAVE THE DORK
- Dedication
- BOOK ONE
- 11 March 2007
- 17 March 2007
- 18 March 2007
- 19 March 2007
- 20 March 2007
- 21 March 2007
- 22 March 2007
- 23 March 2007
- 24 March 2007
- 25 March 2007
- 26 March 2007
- 27 March 2007
- 28 March 2007
- 29 March 2007
- 30 March 2007
- 31 March 2007
- 1 April 2007
- 2 April 2007
- 4 April 2007
- 5 April 2007
- 6 April 2007
- 7 April 2007
- 8 April 2007
- 9 April 2007
- 12 April 2007
- 14 April 2007
- 15 April 2007
- 16 April 2007
- BOOK TWO
- 7 May 2007
- 8 May 2007
- 14 May 2007
- 15 May 2007
- 18 May 2007
- 19 May 2007
- 22 May 2007
- 23 May 2007
- 24 May 2007
- 25 May 2007
- 02 June 2007
- 05 June 2007
- 07 June 2007
- 10 June 2007
- 11 June 2007
- 12 May 2007
- 17 May 2007
- 21 June 2007
- 24 June 2007
- 27 June 2007
- 28 June 2007
- 29 June 2007
- 2 July 2007
- 5 July 2007
- 6 July 2007
- 7 July 2007
- 9 July 2007
- 10 July 2007
- 11 July 2007
- 12 July 2007
- 13 July 2007
- 14 July 2007
- 15 July 2007
- 16 July 2007
- 17 July 2007
- 18 July 2007
- 19 July 2007
- 20 July 2007
- 21 July 2007
- 22 July 2007
- Author’s Note
- Acknowledgements
Then I told him that if we started quickly and worked hard for an hour or so each evening we might be able to have a good resume outline by the end of the week.
The criminal then says that this is the best compromise for him, me and the manager.
So I started reading his certificates.
The first one was a participation certificate for a poetry recitation competition when he was in 2nd standard.
As I went through the list, he leaned over the coffee table and looked at me work.
For the briefest moment I had a glorious vision in my mind.
I would take hold of Sugandh’s head by his hair and then smash it into and through the glass sheet on the table. Sugandh would then fall through the glass and lie there bleeding into his certificates. While waiting for him to die I could perhaps watch Mohra. Then after cleaning up everything with his certificates I could bundle his body into that storage space in the bathroom where the housekeeping fellows keep the extra pillows and mattresses. Then I would call up room service and ask for some complicated meal. (They don’t bring the trolley for small scrambled egg type things.)
Then after eating I would drag Sugandh’s body out, push it into the lower shelf of the trolley, wipe all my fingerprints clean and then push the trolley and keep it outside my door.
Later, when the forensic people ask me questions, I can always say that when I left the trolley outside there was no dead body inside. It must have appeared later.
Just when I was beginning to enjoy this vision Sugandh asked me what the difference is between a biodata and a resume. (Freaking Unbelievable.)
I patiently explained to him that a biodata is an unsophisticated document used for menial jobs and low-profile vacancies like receptionist, storekeeper and salesman. Basically vacancies that did not require engineering or MBA qualifications. Also it was used for arranging marriages.
Resumes, I told him, are meant for more important jobs and for people with more than just one or two educational qualifications. These people are looking to continue, or ‘resume’, on their path of excellence and grow even more. Which is why it is called a resume.
Then he asked me the difference between curriculum vitae and resume.
I told him that he didn’t need to worry about such unnecessary things for now because he was still at the biodata stage of his career.
After one and a half hours I had enough certificates to make half a biodata.
Apparently Sugandh only has a BA in English literature. He has no other training or qualifications. Not one. Nothing. No MBA, no diploma, no leadership development certificate.