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Memoirs of a Sarcastic Intern: Chapter IV

CHAPTER IV Of Misnomers and Confusions Mid-monsoon, summer of 2016…. Life as an intern was going great; not even remotely close to the torrid stories our seniors had for us, like fetching coffee for your peers, getting the Xerox done, picking up the boss’ daughter from school and the like. On the contrary, it was an emotionally satisfying one, especially when the candidates that I had screened eventually got inducted into the organisation. However, the first couple of days took a bit getting used to, unsure of the corporate terrain and some of those were just plain funny. A week had passed on. On the following dreadful Monday, I reached office couple of minutes late, as I had covertly made it my habit. I see a guy on the couch playing Candy Crush. Dude, seriously Candy Crush…What are you 4 years old? I saw a courier on the table nearby and thought he might be the delivery guy or something waiting for somebody to sign-in. I had no idea that he was one of the s

Memoirs of a Sarcastic Intern: Chapter III

CHAPTER III First Blood Day 166, 2016……When vampires retire to their coffins... I was all buckled up for my first big day. Nothing much changed from the usual routine. Of course, looking at the constant downpour only made me tap the snooze button endlessly, 5 more minutes, 5 more minutes…… . Sleep can sometimes be all-engrossing; and seeing the heavy drizzle through the window only made my resolve to wake up even weaker. Like the one time I was so prepped up for an interview, that I remain up all night, only to go to sleep around 3 in the morning. When the alarm clock kicked in couple of hours later at 5 am, my brain just couldn’t decipher the information. The TRING, TRING, TRING....noise made me more mad. Ye bandh kaise hota hai…… In my dreary-eyed state, I entirely forgot that there was an OFF switch. Instead, I ripped apart the clock, threw the batteries away and dived right into the bed. But not this time. “Get your lazy ass off the bed,” I told myself

Memoirs of a Sarcastic Intern Chapter II

CHAPTER II The Interview [RECAP] Phone almost Destroyed. An Interview Chance almost missed. The mystery call. As far as I was concerned, I along with couple of my class-mates had our interview  scheduled  with this consultancy firm, Assuredjobs on the 10 th of June. So, where did I just get this call from? I though of calling her back. But then I thought about it for a minute. The person on the other end would be like, Abey tune khud apply kia tha, bhul gaya? It wouldn’t be very professional of me. Bad idea. I immediately turned on my laptop, as when your memory fails, always rely on empirical evidence. Seeing the verdant Dehradun Sun going below the horizon, I recalled that I had applied for internship in a couple of companies few months back. So I fired up my mail and checked the list of sent mails. I saw that I had sent internship application to two firms in mid-March, Tacky Minds and Consulting India. So I was like okay, “It has got be one of these two firms

Memoirs of a Sarcastic Intern

CHAPTER 1 The Covert Call June 8 th , 2016….sometime around 4 pm Well, there I was laying in my cozy bed after a fortnight of hectic exams….and idling of the last few days of my short sabbatical before I get nailed down with my internship, ( at least that’s what the general idea of an internship prevails ). It had barely been an hour since I came from the exam hall, a small victory of sorts…knowing that I won’t be carrying any backlogs (well, hopefully); the cell phone began ringing murderously. I had just gone into a deep summer slumber, and as you can imagine what an awful time to be answering calls ( am not exactly a morning person ). I almost yanked the phone to the side of the bed, but then I thought; let’s give the poor soul on the other end a chance. Reluctantly I picked up the phone, barely putting it next to my cheeks, as I muster up the words…”Hello” A soft voice on the other end speaks up, “Am I speaking to Anupam” “Yes” “Hi Anupam, this is regarding t