I'm back. And its only been 5 days. Aren't you proud of me?? :)

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Where is the inspiration?? I can't seem to write anymore. I mean , I try. I really do. But, its just not coming to me like it used to . The words, that is. Its not like I can sit down infront of the computer and get inspired enough to actually write something. My fingers don't fly across the keyboard anymore. Why ?? Why?? WHY ??



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Ok. So, I'm done ranting and you can just totally ignore this post coz the rest of the post will be just whatever I can write off the top of my head. Well, I've warned you now. So, I'm in Delhi for 4 weeks for an Internship that finally ( finally!!) came my way. I've done my first week here but I still feel like an outsider. I pretty much slink into the office at the beginning of the day and then slink right out at 5:30 pm IST. The very first day, this lady from HR, who I was supposed to get in touch with, took me to a conference room to introduce me to the person that I'm supposed to be working under, who, in turn, introduced me to another person. So, now tecnically, I'm supposed to be reporting to this second person.


Anyway, this guy gave me a big fat book to read up during the first week so that I wouldn't gape and gawk like a fool when they talk in the technical terms. So, I've been trying to sit and mug ever since (Unsuccessfully, I might add). I mean, sure I'm now a bonafide 4th year Engineering student. But, the contents of the big fat book?? Greek and Latin, dude, Greek and Latin!


To top it all, I've landed myself in the most embarassing situations so far. Like, the very first day, these guys were having a meeting in the conference room regarding the Project on which I'm supposed to submit my project report by the end of the 4 weeks. So, everyones all driven and excited and I'm sitting there quietly, looking at the screen which has the details of the project and minding my own business when the guy who is incharge of the entire thing turns to me and asks- " So, does any of this look familiar to you??" and I promptly say," Oh wait, I'll have to put on my glasses first." Possibly decent answers would've been- "Yes, it does" or " Yes, but I may have to read up some material on it. But, nooooooooooo. I have to go and say the most absurd of things. Why?? I ask you. WHY ?????


On a completely related note, there's this other incident that makes me cringe when I think of it. My pretty silver kolhapuri chappals gave way the very second day. So, ok, no big deal, I think to myself- I'm just gonna have to stay put in my cubicle. But, do I stay put in my cubicle???Nooooooooo. I just have to go out during lunch break and drag my disgraceful chappals with me. Its just that my chappal and I are not of the same mind. So, if I'm going left, my chappal insists on going right. But I was cool, I could totally handle this until I bumped into someone near the ladies room and he took one look at my recalcitrant chappals and , brace yourselves, LAUGHED! Dude, that was it. I just couldn't take it anymore. I rushed into the ladies room and to the very first person inside ( who happens to be this girl who sits in the cubicle next to mine), I announced that I was in dire need of some help. She took me to her cubicle, called up her friend and said,"That situation that we were talking about in the morning???...is standing infront of me!" So, dear dudes, I was the situation. And, here I was, thinking that I had successfully handled the suituation. Big surprise :/ Anyway, she gave me a stapler and some cellotape and I fixed my chappals. To the girl who helped me out without openly laughing at me: God bless you!


So, yeah. That's what its been like so far. Also, I've noticed that when you'll be hard at work, nobody will notice. But when you're blogging, tweeting, answering a call, then thay'll come and look at you accusingly. Its just not fair, I'm telling you! And also, what is UP with the autowalas of Delhi? Why won't you charge me the right amount. Come on! I'm a poor college student. Cut me some slack. And, why would you insist on showing me the whole of Delhi when I'm in a tearing hurry to get to work. Seriously, dudes (I'm referring to the autowalas here). When I need to see the various wonders of Delhi, I'll ask you , ok?? For now, just drop me where I asked you to without taking any detours. Ok?? Ok. I'm glad we're clear on that.