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Saturday, August 21, 2010

R.I.P Slider

Slider- My 150 cc companion with shear elegance and Awesomeness. It made heads roll.

Thanks to my friend who had got an awesome project in some more awesome company in other state. I got to use his bike.

Alok "buzzed" me and gave me the most unbelievable piece of news today!

“ Fresh“ Movies are now practically available on out E- Library! That was some news. Like an owl I spent the entire morning admiring the direction skills and talent of the Actors.

Very soon I realized that my eyes were popped up because of sheer lack of sleep, but it was too late to go to sleep. It was 4.30 am. And my FIRST DAY of Internship.

Considering the Facebook admirers and Orkut fan following, I thought I was too decent to go in a rugged look and messy hair. Morning business didn’t take long as me and my friend were up and ready to face the day. Thus started the long drive from campus to the office which was solid 18 km.

Negotiating the steep curves and heavy traffic, I was already good 5 min late. As I entered, I saw a young fair lady sitting round the corner. Confidently I approached her. She checked the time and stared at me. All I was sure that it was a death look. She asked me and my friend to go inside the adjoining room. My manager was waiting inside. We gulped some water and entered the hall.

Smartly dressed, this young manager was at his best. Right from word go he started firing. Firstly my greeting style, then my dressing sense, later my rugged look and at the end my smirk. I had to get rid of all this before I could be accepted in the organization. Fat the wuck?? But it was matter of job, so I submitted myself. Next 3 hours went in going through company’s documents and later introduction with entire staff. The day ended at around 6pm.Sadistically satisfied with my first day, I was on my way back to room.

I did not realize how these 2 months passed by. I was a better organizer, better presenter, highly tanned considering the field work thought the day and have better nick of business by end of this tenure. I think the first day correction got me back on tracks. I realized that the corporate world is taxing and very little margin of error.

I have had my own share of fun. I have had Hippies sleeping on the bench around me. Sometimes we used to step out in rain and dance with and little chaps carrying tea who appear out of blue. This was the ultimate evidence of all the crazy antics we freak heads did. While the others were busy studying and preparing to run the world, we just created chaos in the real world. My only regret: never got the hot potatoes

So anyway what does an aspiring MBA do while he is supposed to do cold calling and visit prospects? Well after the initial work, he heads to a sugar factory, gulps fermented cane juice and makes his friends life as miserable as possible till they both park their bottoms “up” and goes for a deep slumber in plush lawns of some local university.

As the cold breeze blew across I couldn't but help think about the quirky fans from our class rooms, which we always rely upon in those hot summers. If you had the power to mute the sound, you could have a nice siesta.

I had suddenly started missing my college and friends. There were hardly few of us on campus during summers.

I missed my class and its ambience. A normal B school grad has a genetically programmed response when he sees case study. U apply 4 P’s, 5 W’s and X Ill-Logics and you are done. Some are so desperate that they feel like taking his clothes off and taking a victory lap before the suicidal plunge.

I missed my Gmail groups which were clean, otherwise flooded with (S)Craps. Extensive brainstorming happens over the official Google groups by CR’s about how some professors should be deprived of his sadist satisfaction of watching we students go bonkers over a case next morning.

I miss those parties which were planned at spur of moment. Some parties are worth the fun. You get to rub your belly with a kick ass lass of your senior/ junior batch, pour drinks on plunged parts intentionally and yet escape because.. Poor chap..You are accidently Drunk and don’t know what you are doing. Bullshit!! Bugger must have planned about this coup in his wild fantasies every night.

My food options were less through the year-mostly because 1. I was broke and 2. I didn’t have a vehicle. It means that I had to swallow 3 meals either in the college mess or something my hot pan could prepare. Maggi, macroni and anything boilable was on the platter.

The average health status of the batch was demonstrated simply by all the bellies slimmed and biceps popping out through drenched T-shirts. Unfortunately, there was hardly a “femme” to scream “ wow” s for them. Poor guys.

All good things have to end – unfortunately, my tale also.

My bike meter stood good 2400 km in some 45 days approximately.

These 2 months taught me many things. The long rides, intensive field visits and understanding the organization. The entire staff was very cooperative and open to suggestions and discussions. I got to implement what I thought and test it. What more could a summer intern expect of a firm? The fun element was never missed. It was as if the happy days were over. But my manager made me realize that the coming days were the most meaningful days of my life.

May the Bike Relax In Peace (R.I.P).


Sandeep B Hanchanale
Work Hard, Party Harder

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