A man, possibly in his early 20s, gets up one cold morning and prepares himself for an interview. Nothing new about it. Thousands of souls do this every day all over the world in an attempt to find that sole window of success and satisfaction that, they hope, will bring that much needed validation to their otherwise meaningless seeming existence. But then is that what personifies this man too? Definitely not. His preparation for this 'interview of a lifetime' has been in the making for as long as he can recall. His need to prove his mettle is borne from the coughing fits of the Old prophet who has foreseen things beyond magical in his future. Those honey soaked concubines and glittering feasts of infinite joy can be his. Will be his. If, and only if, he manages to do a good job on his interview. So what sort of job is he applying for then? What is required for him to make that wonderful dream come true? And why does he keep waiting for his watch to strike 07:49?
Indeed - his interview is definitely one of a kind.