The wood grain was very distinctly visible through the neatly cleaned glass which covered its surface. If one looked closely then a sparse layer of dust could be seen beneath the glass. At the other side of the table, beneath the glass were a few visiting cards and a small family photograph.
A sheet of paper which was originally of A4 size but had been neatly reduced to A5 with the help of a ruler was in mid-air, held by the hand which moved it further. It was placed on the table.
A pair of eyes rolled down. Jai looked at the small but not so small piece of paper; in almost the middle of it was a bent line, not neatly curved or angled, a bit crooked to be considered either. Jai looked up with a puzzled look which he was trying his best to hide.
Another pair of eyes watched him closely.
The most impressive feature of the face that the eyes belonged to, were not the eyes themselves but the well-groomed beard which was on the lower part of face. The lips parted for the words to escape.
“Use your creativity, draw something using that line.”
Jai looked at the pen stand at other side of table. The interviewer picked out what seemed like a pen, then clicked the clicker shaft to reveal a lead.
“A mechanical pencil. I hope you will be comfortable using it.”
Jai silently took the mechanical pencil away from the hand of its owner. The comfort of using it was nowhere in his thought. What was he to draw with crookedly bent line in front of him?
He thought he had prepared himself for all sort of challenging questions to get the internship, but this was something else. The answer wasn’t in words but in strokes.
The interviewer had the expression of having outsmarted a young potential intern and to highlight it further he changed his posture, leaned slightly ahead and asked, “Are you done?”
Jai tried to get a glimpse of the interviewer whose expression hadn’t changed and eyes hadn’t moved until now.
A drop of sweat trickled down Jai’s head and as it was passing down the cheek bone. A sound erupted from the mouth, “Yes, I am done.”
The interviewer was left silent, he looked down. Jai handed him the paper, there was surely something on it, but what and most importantly when.
“It’s a bucked hat,” said Jai to give the interviewer a clear vision of what was drawn.
The interviewer thought of mingling in the finer details of the drawing, “Its shape.. doesn’t seem like that of a usual bucket hat.”
“It has been sat upon. It’s an old hat.”
‘But when, did he make it?’ the interviewer thought once more. The only moment he wasn’t looking at what Jai was making was when he had met Jai’s gaze upon himself.
The interviewer was finding it a challenge to use his creative thought to make sense of it all.
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One response to “The creative Thought”
“The interviewer was left silent, he looked down. Jai handed him the paper, there was surely something on it, but what and most importantly when.”
Well, that’s my question too? Intrigued, I am!!
(The only moment he wasn’t looking at what Jai was making was when he had met Jai’s gaze upon himself.)
Anyway, awesomely descriptive as usual…though I feel something about this story eludes me.
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