it is the time of summer internship. Life again changed to as it was during my job after graduation. I started to sleep a little earlier in night and wake up a lot earlier in the mornings.
A little time is left after whole day at office and invariably goes into watching movies, chatting with friends, listening to songs or just aimlessly browsing through facebook. Temperature is rising with each passing day. Time in office passes very slow and now i seem to understand Einstein theory of time dilation quite better now.
Life in hostel also changed a little as the summer internship started. Almost everybody ask you the same questions for first few days - what is your project about? how many hot chics are there in office?any chances of PPO? blah blah. Sometimes I have to answer the same thing 10 times a day. Many interns from other MBA colleges lodged in our college-hostel and we get to see new faces in the mess during breakfast and dinner. One thing which did not change was taste of mess-food which is as horrible as ever. Jhaji and sharmaji seem to be the real dark-knights, coming in late nights to give some solace to hungry soles.
A never changing topic of the small chitchats during dinner is - girls. If somebody sees some girl wearing hot-pants, sweating out in gym then it is his moral duty to entertain others and ask if they also saw her; Then goes on the same process of getting to know her name and trying to find her out on facebook. If she is very pretty (read hot) then you can actually hear a lot of aahs and oohs from all the corners. some take the responsibility of defining her character and others start to guess whether she already has boyfriend or not. If some guy make some inroads and starts talking to her then other guys would say: look at that guy, looks frustu to me.
For sports aficionados, the other hot topic of chats (sometimes heated discussion) is IPL/football. Some guys religiously follow one IPL team throughout while others follow cricketers which they have selected for their fantasy league. Some bunch of foolfall fans can be found discussing why david moyes should have been retained by Manchester united while other fiercely against it.
For some of my friends life has become tough. Not because they have to slug it hard at job but because they cant take ' babaji ki booti' or 'madirapan' as often as they used to; for these souls, fridaynight is never-ending wait and when it comes, it is well spent till 5 in the morning with a lot of booze, ma-ki and bahan-ki. but again, there comes monday and life takes the shape of sine-wave with wavelengthof a week, fridays being the amplitude.
For me, Summer internship is like coming across the same grave question which i asked endlessly during my job before getting into MBA. Is this really what i want to do my whole life? do i really want a 9 to 6 job where life seems to be colourful only on fridays and salary days rest other days are just full of lots of greys and blues. What is my passion and can i have career in my area of passion? gravity of question getspainful as i sit thinking about the answers. I hope i get some clue while i still have time and courage to change the never ending sine-wave of life into some more unpredictabe colourful curve. but now time of coffee and office-gossip. godspeed.

There was nothing new or unusual in that morning. I stepped out of auto at mg metro station and as always, i was getting late. I could hear a girl of hardly 6-7 asking for money or something to eat. She had a little boy in her lap. I always wondered whether they were actually hungry or just in the habit of begging. Long time ago, I had decided to not give out any money to any beggar or it only might encouragethem. no matter how pitiful she sounded to me, i did not respond, stepped on the escalator and reached checking area. There was a crazy rush in queues as if hell broke loose in the city and everybody was inhurry to leave. I saw a woman feeding biscuit to her puppy. Face of that little begging girl for food fleshed in my head and i thought she might be actually hungry. 'Move fast man', shouted a man behind me in queue and woke me up before i could feel the guilt of neglecting that child.
After checking was done, I reached lobby, where people were running in all directions. I had to force my way to platform or i would have been pushed and elbowed to don’t know where. Luckily train reached there in no time. One good thing about boarding Metro trains in NCR is that you just stay in front of door and crowd will make sure you are in metro. Trying to find a seat was an effort in vain, notthat i expected any respite here. As the crowd settled, some people took out their smart phone and started to fiddle with it, while a few others merged into newspapers. I too opened my novel and continued from where i left the last time, not long before a soothing fragrance distracted me. A girl, who was standing ahead with her back at me, had loosen her hair. She pulled away hair from the face, gathered them back and clipped a pony-tail. Oh gosh!, her neck and that fragrance. May be beautiful little moments like these are making me live. I had to fight it out to look back at novel and find where i was. Which deo she used, i wondered. Stations after stations, a lot of people came in and a little left. I hate those same announcements and warnings in metro at each station, buzzing in the head.
At Sultanpur metro station, A blind man, in his sixties, boarded the train. A person offered him seat, old man sat there and mumbled some blessings. He sat, a little bent to one side. He started to touch wall of metro and window. He asked the person about how it looked outside to each small detail and kept smiling while other person described the not so beautiful sites going by. It might be hisfirst jorney in metro. He was listening to announcements very carefully and nodding his head. I realized the importance of announcements and cursed myself for my self-centric thinking. As Metro reached Aiims, He asked a person to help him till door. He went out and just stood there. May be he was waiting for some relative or some help for the directions. In seconds, Metro picked-up speed and he was outof sight. I was awed as i realized that he might be the happiest and liveliest among all the gloomy dead weights for those 10 minutes. May be beautiful little incidents like these are making me live and live with more serenity. 'Do we complain too much’? I asked myself. Before i could reach any conclusion, A gush of crowd pushed me out of metro door and I was back to reality. It was Rajiv chawk, I looked at time and realized i was late. I forced my way to exit door and found another little girl begging for food. I gave her a biscuit packet i had without reasoning myself and rushed to office.