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End of internship

Another phase of the academic life comes to an end. I completed my internship today, and I feel no different than I was 4 months back. Partly because I have still not completed my thesis like others. In a way, it is good because it keeps my mind busy. But on the other hand, it is a mild pressure that keeps me tensed.

But I would dedicate this blog to the people whom I was working for the last 4 months. Today was the lamest day at office. While rahul and sonal knew that I am going to leave today, I was not given any considerate work. So the last three days were just like a formality to complete training.
As a token of farewell, I had given my colleagues a small pack of kites, out of which one they had to return me back with their messages to me. I would like to share some of them. Starting with the senior most person, Akanksha actually brought back all the days we spent together working and having fun…she said something very beautiful...

“Dream big
Chase your dreams
Learn all the time
Hold on to precious moments in life…
Keep flying high!”

Something very aptly and honestly put.

Rika was not well today and she was planning to leave when I realized that I must give everyone away the card then. She was sweetly happy to receive the card. And she said that “hope you fly higher than a kite with no strings.” I think I will miss Rika the most, because she was perhaps the most intelligent and expressive person in the office. She is short tempered, but her anger helps her big time. She is sharp, crisp and confident – something that I have never been!

Rashmi’s message is the most dear to me…for the fact being that I shared my desk for 4 months with her. And perhaps she had to be avictim of my endless commentary! She wrote

“…had an amazing time with you, will surely miss your gaana bajaana and the expert comments”

She was the most helpful person for me… taught me so much of autocad…and we would have plenty of talks filled with laughter. I would share everything with her…how I spent my weekend, my trip from home to office, the lamest of the incidents….she was the best company…and her vivaciousness showed in her eyes…

Yatin said something to me in the way we used to talk…he wrote…

“anuj…jaane kahaan gaye who din…”

I gave a big smile to him and it was only the gesture that communicated. Yatin, shailesh and I were big fans of old hindi music and we used to talk about them all the time. We sometimes used to talk in songs too…and there was his sentiment so perfectly put in that one line…

Rahul, Lucy and Prabhakar pleasantly wished me best luck for my thesis. And tanmay wished me best luck for future. He too remembered the way I used to talk with him in Gujarati, and hence like an elder brother, wrote, “Pachho jaldi avaje.” Rahul rhino and rashmi gave me an excellent cd of cartoons…comic strips…full of comics…thanks public…if you are reading this blog…heartfelt thanks.

What disappointed me was my boss’s gestures…he kept asking me “are you coming back” the entire day. Sonal went to the extent of getting a letter signed. I hope that Rahul would pay me a little more for the last month, but that too put me off when I say the cheque with the same digits…

while leaving Rahul told me, “so anuj, how was working at opolis? You must have enjoyed… no work (says ironically)…are you coming back?(says once again)”

I was surprised to know that my boss is telling me that I did no work…I felt betrayed. I wanted to work. And hence, still with mixed feelings, I complete this blog with a confused mind whether to join back the office or no, as I might not see the sweet people around next time (as most of them are leaving for various reasons). May be time will tell….

what is general knowledge

Is France the capital of Italy or Italy the capital of France?
Have you never learnt geography?
Why?
Have you ever seen the map of the world?
Yes..only seen…
Italy and France are two different countries.
Oh!
How can you not know that…it’s like asking is Afghanistan the capital of India! Had you been an American, I could have understood, but I don t expect this stupid question from you…only Americans ask such stupid questions… like - is Pakistan a part of India…or is Nepal in India…

By the way, what is the capital of france and italy?

The capital of France is Paris.
And Italy?
Rome.
Oh..how could I forget…
What how could I forget!?
Ok… my general knowledge is not so good!
What do you mean general knowledge? Its not even general knowledge. Even a 2nd standard kid will tell me that…ok 3rd …

So tell me what is general knowledge?

???

No tell me what is it if it is not general knowledge? Ok tell me how many countries touch India?
Are you talking about present India or the India before??
Ok I don’t want to know the answer…

after loads of work...

yesterday and the day before was the busiest day at the office...preparing a master plan, and then preparing a presentation...taking out copies...composing drawings....incorporating suggestions and changes...co ordinating with colleagues...

for some time i felt that life must be that busy...it must be so busy that you feel like sleeping after going home.you feel like taking rest.

unfortunately, loads of work is coming when i am about to end my internship, and i will be taking a big break for the completion of my thesis...

thesis is another interesting thing to do, but its difficult when you are not getting anywhere. surprisingly, the review of the dissertation done by my guide was very lenient. and unexpectedly she kept asking me about my personal life rather than the design. felt curious and asked her about that, when she told that she was being inquisitive.

another experience on that very day (Monday)...while returning back home, the fuel in the car was empty, and i was stuck in the middle of Andheri fly over..was another experience in life. and was amazed to encounter the best of the worst in life. the car was stuck at andher, which was fairly near to my brother's office. my mobile's battery was very low. and after i made the last call to my brother, we waved at each other...the phone was dead!

i remembered what my late uncle had said to me..."don't panic, call up, and wait!" and that was what i did; and it worked!

there have been many more things i have been wanting to write...let me see if the week end permits me too...meanwhile...just bored of typing!

capturing kala ghoda

bright snaps at kala ghoda

Black Horse

kaaaaaaaalaaaaaaaaaa ghodaaaaaaaaaaaa '08!

wonder why it had to be so upmarket!? but anyway...my first kala ghoda...i loved every part of it! and with the cold, it was awsome...

the food was expensive, bot good...and to fill our stomach to the fullest, we went out to the local bhelpuri walla to have some sev puri and cheese sandwich!

i had a big glass of sugarcane juice too....

and landed up with cold the next day...ah! i dont mind it at all...

Monday Morning

It was difficult to get out from my warm cozy blanket today…however, after prolonging my sleep for an extra half hour, I finally decided to get ready for a cold winter morning. However, while I took a bus to reach the station, it was still dark. Was a bit lucky to get a fairly empty train…I stood at the gate to enjoy the cold breeze.

I put on my walkman and disconnected from the rhythmic sound of the train.

It was a beautiful morning…the sun had not risen and I could see the orangish tinge in the sky, lighting up the grey clouds. The silhouette of the city against the sky was breath taking. Somewhere in santacruz, a lady with a large vessel on her head pointed me to help her keep down the vessel in the train. Initially, I did not understand as I was engaged in my music, so I thought she wanted some space – I stepped aside. Later, she pointed out again with the finger…I then quickly helped her with the vessel…the vessel was very very heavy…the old woman’s effort was commendable. The train started with a jerk again. I was happy to see the lady pushing the vessel to place in the compartment, along with her partener, who was pretty young with some stuff on her head.

I continued with my music and the large view the gate offered me. It was now that the crescent of the moon appeared through the clouds. The clouds had a lovely orange lining by now. It reminded me of the morning when I similarly saw the candy orange sun through the door of the train, in full shape.

I got down at Dadar and got lost into the numerous men heading towards their work places. At Kabutar Khana, I saw the fluttering pigeons, but the buildings that framed the sky were still black and the sky was now completely orange, and overpowered the birds. Gushes of cool wind kept me cold, and I kept walking to the rhythm of my music…

The college was still dark, the library was shut, and the office too. I took a seat to warm myself, went on to read the notice board across me, and then was engaged with some talk with a senior. Madhavi came in by then and we went to the library, which was open by now, to have a short update over the past week. I met adarkar sir, and tried to explain him my dissertation. We discussed towards some positive anticipations…

Madhavi and I left for office then. She kept talking to me in the cab, but I could not pay attention. I was lost in mesmerizing the beautiful Monday morning…