Tejasv Kumar

I have seen a whole lot of anime and played a ton of games. And in all of them, I have been mystified by the mage class. The magic caster. There's something about magic that just baffles me. Even a monkey would go wide-eyed if he discovered it, and I am but a man. But I find it odd that none of these fictional worlds explain clearly how magic happens. It is generally assumed to have existed all along.

My Dear September, I think I'm falling in love with you. I know this might sound strange. People generally fall for January. Which may explain the gargantuan hotel prices and the outright fascination with everything red: wine, cakes, flowers, and everything in between. January comes in with a blast. Fireworks. Parades. Resolutions. Mighty feasts. A whole world collectively deciding that midnight is a good enough reason to start over. I used to understand the fascination.

You built a beautiful CV. Two columns, pill-shaped skill badges, blue headings – the works. Then you submitted it to 80 jobs on Naukri and Bayt and heard back from almost none of them. Here is what happened. An applicant tracking system read your file before any human could, scrambled your two-column layout into gibberish, and quietly removed you from every recruiter search that should have found you. The recruiter never knew you existed. The fixes are not complicated. Single-column layout.