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MY FIRST INTERNSHIP

 

MY FIRST INTERNSHIP

I wanted to do a summer internship ever since I entered the Engineering college. Being a second year student, it was difficult as companies prefer students from the third year which is the official time to do an internship as per the college curriculum. So by some good guides, resume selection, and an encouraging background I woke up one day with a mail from the HR that I am selected for a 3-week long internship on Wireless Networks. The mail said that other details shall be given on arrival which was a week later( this was enough for a perfect starting of my day).

Ironically, my dream of summer internship was now being fulfilled as a ‘winter’ internship. So on the joining day I wake up from my cozy warm covers to a real corporate world for the first time. I get ready and on the way to the office in the car, I wonder how my mentor will be. I also suddenly feel sceptical whether the idea of doing an internship was even right at the first place. Nevertheless, the car stopped and I realised I have reached my destination. I bid adieu to my father who had come to drop me who in return wished me good luck for the day.

I entered the building, waited for the lift. I was fidgeting with my nails until the lift reached 6th floor where my office was. I entered the office and  introduced myself to the receptionist and told her i was called for joining. She seemed to be expecting me and told me that my mentor is waiting for me in the conference room on the left.  I go as directed and in the rightmost chair i find him sitting behind his laptop.  By his face I could tell he might be in his early thirties. He looked up when I knocked  the glass door and welcomed me with a warm smile. He told me to take the chair opposite him and made me comfortable by arranging water and coffee. He introduced himself and told me quickly about the company and its reach in the market.

The lessons began and he taught me from the very basic to the deepest in all the topics we would study, very patiently. I made quick notes and asked doubts every time I had one. He solved them sometimes directly and other times asking me to think and find probable solutions hence making my thought process stronger.  He was indeed a good teacher. I understood the topic well and additionally, learnt the importance of deep knowledge from him.

During the breaks he would share his college days memories and we both would laugh whole heartedly on his funny incidents. I too would share my present college experiences. He shared stories about his college, family and work-life. Sometimes during the training he would receive crisis calls. He would think of a protocol to solve it and calm others. He was always smiling and radiated positive vibes. This was another lesson I learnt – to maintain the cool and have an optimistic approach even in critical situations.

In due course I learnt that Sir was a technical specialist. Even though now his job profile was of management, he told me he keeps toying around with his laptop and other gadgets.  He taught me a lot of new functions I never knew my laptop was capable of. Lesson learnt – its good to be techno-savvy if you are not.

My “mentor” as the receptionist suggested, was not just a great mentor. He was a friend , a teacher, a techie and most importantly a motivator who taught me a simple lesson unknowingly- keep smiling, it will make you feel better.

A good mentor is the best thing that can happen to a fresher. They can teach you multiple  things which no book is capable of teaching. And of course, they can guide you in the best possible way.We students should keep our mind open for knowledge and experiences openly. Its the perfect time to gain knowledge and make mistakes and most importantly meet good people and learn new things.

THE THRILL, THAT THRILLS

The  Stanford college of Manhattan was the abode of the most popular,happening, and classiest group of friends in the city. And it literary consisted of all the upper-east-siders. Just like every group has its own alpha person, Chuckbas was the leader in this one. He was the only son of the owner of the Empire hotel chains all across the U.S.A. Money for him was as easily available as the oxygen in the air. This caused into him arrogance. He was short tempered, spoilt and a hard core drug addict. His friends Jim, Amanda,  Kate and Rooney were becoming sick of his ill habits and its after-effects (including bailing him out of the jail twice last month).

It was a pleasant Saturday evening. And Kate had a house party. There was a lot of happiness, dance and music. Young couples were making out in the front lawn. But sitting in the corner of the backyard was Chuckbas with his only girlfriend – Cocaine. That night he was too high that the night ended on a very different note.

After being chucked out of the party by Kate for shouting and abusing at her guests, Chuckbas planned to go attend a rave party 8 miles to the east. While he was striding towards his car, Amanda came to stop him from driving since he was not in his senses. But he irritably pushed her back. She managed to get up just in time to jump into the passenger seats before the engine roared to life. Because the truth was that even though his friends were annoyed and angry at his actions, they still cared.

Exactly 5 miles away from Kate’s place, while jumping the third red light at an insanely high speed, the car smashed into four people and got crashed in the nearby pole. Amanda bumped her head on the dashboard and even Chuckbas was bleeding from his nose, but both were conscious enough to jump out of the car and run towards the crime scene. The scene: road tainted red because of the flowing blood, four bodies lying wounded( or maybe dead by now) and a group of people now beginning to crowd them. Chuckbas was frozen on the road becoming a victim to emotions and self introspection. With Amanda standing beside him paralyzed with shock, he went through an unrestrained quick flashback of his life. Questions like what he has ended up becoming suddenly started pinching him in his brain like needles.

Before he could think any further, the siren of the approaching cops became louder and clearer. Both of them got horrified and ran to save their lives from one street to another, Hiding behind columns, inside the buildings and running several blocks down. This chase of the police and the murderers continued for more than three hours till Chuckbas and Amanda finally ditched the cops and ended up in the local metro rail. People were staring at them and children were becoming uncomfortable and scared of their looks. Chuckbas realized that Amanda hadn’t uttered a single word since the start of the journey. He looked into Amanda’s eyes searching for an explanation, an answer for why she took the risk of her life to be with him. He wanted Amanda to hurt him, beat him and kill him for being a monster all these years. Finally Amanda broke the silence, she said – “Is this the price of your lifestyle? Is this what you want? Its time you stop being Chuckbas and become Charles Bastik: your real name and your real identity.” Having listened to the golden words of his angelic friend Chuckbas pledged to make this incident a turning point in his life.

6 months later:

Chuckbas and Amanda are living a contented life in Sweden, to where they had escaped that very night. They are away from their elite world and all its traces. Living life on their own terms, Chuckbas started working in a coffee shop. Amanda became a tutor in philosophy in which she had done specialization during her college. Their life gained new heights and they became high, this time it was not the high of alcohol or drugs but the high of adventure-skydiving in which the inculcated every 2 months, for the thrill of it.

“life is thrilling, but it is we who have to choose between the thrill of regret or the thrill of wonder.”

My whole life I…

My whole life I’ve been telling myself “don’t be afraid.” And it is only now that I’m realizing how stupid that is. Don’t be afraid. Like saying “don’t move out of the way when someone tries to punch you.” or “don’t flinch at the heat of the fire.” or “don’t blink”. Don’t be human. I’m afraid and you are afraid and we’re all always going to be afraid, because that’s the point. What I should be telling myself id “be afraid, but do it anyway.” Live anyway.

COLOR THE LIFE WITH ITS SHADES

When the crowd casts a shadow on you,

Remember not to be the many in a few.

Eyes hungry for experiences,

Similarities and the differences.

The yearning of eminence,

In the swarming ambience;

Color the life with its shades,

Before the smile on the face fades.

 

When yellow, blue, purple is being splashed,

Remember to cede black before it is clashed.

Gleaming gazes to the heaven,

Across the cloud number seven.

The lull before the storm ,

The feel of cold after being warm;

Color the life with its shades,

Before the smile on the face fades.

 

Because, it’s never wrong without the right,

And its always empty without the sight.

So seize the colors and splash the around,

Let the lost hopes be finally found.

Strength, audacity, hope and a smirk on the face,

Is all it takes to untangle the life’s maze.

… so lets color the life with its shades,

Before the smile on the face fades.