The Intern - 1

I know, the assumption that there will follow more posts about the internship, inherent in the title, is somewhat premature and also optimistic given my previous record but then what’s life without hope eh?

Knowing that my summer would be spent interning at ITC almost 8 months in advance, I had had my share of opinions and advices on what to expect and what not. It was going to 2 months of working your ass off, strict deadlines and tough deliverables. And all this in some random small town called Guntur in the middle of an alien state speaking an alien language. I was scared.  

A month into the internship I can safely say, most of what I’d heard was true. The working hours are long, deliverables are clear and deadlines are meant to be kept. And Guntur is a small town. (Bigger than Roorkee though, if that counts. It has a theatre that is much better than Neelam talkies in all fairness! ) And a lot of people around me speak nothing but Telegu.

What’s surprising though is that I don’t hate it as much as I thought I would. In fact I like it here. The work is fun, and people are helpful. I am doing a project, about which I didn’t have the remotest idea when I received my project brief two months back, but I am finding it pretty much very interesting now. And it’s been a roller coaster ride getting wherever I have.

And while at it, I’ve made some progress with the language, learning crucial statements like ‘I want coffee/tea/food’, gotten used to being served 1 weeks rice in 1 serving, travelled to quite a few places, started hating the transitions from one place to another less, brushed up my skills in making Powerpoint presentations, and realized what an idiot I was to have eaten Biryani without Raita for the last 21 years!