Post by Harnoor Saluja

The Jobless Poet fixed my CV, I made it shine, changed “unemployed” to “open to align.” Applied at ten, then twenty-three, LinkedIn said, “Someone viewed your CV.” My heart went BOOM, I felt so blessed, turns out it was me stalking myself while stressed. “Dear candidate, your skills are great,” then rejected me before I could celebrate. They want five years, I’m twenty-five, sir, should I have joined corporate life at five? “Competitive salary” amount unknown, probably two samosas and a company phone. Round one, round two, then round eight, at this point, HR and I should just date. “Where do you see yourself in five?” Employed, sir. Fed. Hopefully alive. My mom asks daily, “Kuch hua?” I say “process mein hai” my favourite dua. LinkedIn says hustle, believe and inspire, I’m one “We’re hiring!” post away from setting my laptop on fire. But maybe one day, before I retire, HR will call and say, “Congratulations, you’re hired. Till then, I’ll apply with hope and desire The Jobless Poet professionally tired.