The Delhi Chapter : Page 7

I mean, what exactly was I supposed to write?

That I’d read his piece on a mutual friend’s wall.

Then I’d gone to his profile and stalked him.

Then I’d hunted down his details and background, etcetera.

Then (as though all this was not bad enough) I’d clicked on his blog link and devoured a large piece of his blog.

Before finally arriving at the conclusion that his originality and creativity does (by and large) arrest me.

And that I think he may just be decent enough to help me design my CV?!

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I thought and I thought and I thought.

But finally realised, that hey, I don’t even know him.

So even if this whole thing backfires, there’d be no love lost, or bridges burnt.

So?

So yes.

After an entire day of manic cogitation.

Since I’ve never known another way.

I told him the truth.

In almost those many words (that I wrote in the beginning of this page; upstairs).

And prompter and sweeter than I’d ever imagined he’d be, he replied the very same evening.

A very polite note, saying he’d be most happy to have me sorted with whatever it is I needed.

Asked me how I wanted my CV to look.

Why I wanted to design it differently.

What I’d done / where I’d been before this.

And most emphatically, WHY Advertising.

[ He pretty much sounded like a questionnaire.

But all his questions were legitimate, all the same.

I mean why would someone help me with a CV without understanding how / why I wanted to design it? ]

So after exchanging a couple of notes, I sent him some of my sketches and paintings and things, photographs (I clicked), doodles and writings, along with my TOI published work. [ Stuff which I wanted fed into my CV as a collage or strips maybe. ]

Also, at the end of my email I made it categorical to him, that I didn’t want this to be a favour. 

I wanted him to take whatever money he would. 

And do this as a freelance assignment.

Unfazed, he had a look at everything I sent him.

Painstakingly, one at a time.

And wrote back to me the very next morning.

With a rather short reply.

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An emaiil which had his cell phone number. 

Asking me to call him any time…