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Love At First Sight?
Dejected after being rejected to work as an intern, all the four of us started walking towards the exit gate.
Just then an idea struck Neel.
“Hey girls, I have a plan which can help us to attend the internship,” He said.
“Alright tell us what you have in your mind and please be clear”, said Meera as she was both irritated and depressed.
“As we have many of our juniors attending classes since their end exams are not yet done, I’m sure we can obtain a letter attested by our principal through them”, assured Neel.
All the six mascara applied eyelashes all of sudden raised pointing at him, slowly the eyes of the girls lit up.
He continued saying, “We can ask juniors to send us a mail of the scanned copy and produce the letter to the authorities here. And then…”
Before he completed his sentence all the rosy lipstick smeared lips went berserk shouting, “Our internship isn’t cancelled!”
All of us accepted this idea from Neel and appreciated him for his presence of mind, as he did not wither away under the pressure of rejection. It took us a few hours to get the attested letter by our juniors.
All the smiles were back and everyone was feeling rejuvenated after the events took a turn so rapidly.
Neel submitted the attested letter from our college to Mr. Yugandhar, which read that the end exams have been postponed due to some unexpected reasons which led to the delay. Satisfied with the reason provided, Mr. Yugandhar gave us a green signal to start our internship in Ratan Industries. All of us were elated and he said “You would start your internship at the Welding Department. Enquire its location and report fast.”
We then started walking towards the Welding Department after asking the guards for directions. The path leading to the department was very relaxing and comforting as it had trees on both sides of the footpath providing enough shade.
Overall, the very feeling of finally getting into Ratan Industries was getting on to me. The excitement was creeping into all of us as we entered the Welding Department’s administrative office.
Right at the reception we were greeted with a smile by Mr. Ajay Singh.
He said, “So, you are the kids who’ve come for the internship?”
All of us nodded to which he smiled again.
“Okay, the person you need to meet for today is Mr. Vimal Deshpande. You can find him in Room No.13. Please be polite and patient. All the best and I hope you guys have a wonderful time here.” He said.
We thanked him for his politeness and moved to Room No.13.
The door to the room was wide open and was inviting people in and God knows what lay in store for us. We were standing just outside the room waiting for permission to enter the room. From the place where we were standing, we could spot a middle-aged man with a clean-shaven face and military hair style. He was too busy to even shoot a glance at us. Ten minutes passed by and we were still waiting for his attention.
I was vexed up with the way we were being treated by the officials here. Unable to take it any longer, I knocked on the door and said “Excuse me, sir. We are the students who are to attend the internship in your department from today. Can we please come in?” I completed my long sentence, even though there was hindrance from my friends about the impatient statement. I felt they were being too idiotic by not seeking permission to get in.
“Oh! Yes, please come in. By the way, what is the duration of your internship here?” he asked immediately without even looking at our faces.
“It’s 15 days sir. We would like to acquire knowledge about all the departments in the plant”, replied Neel.
“Okay. Don’t you think it is a very short period of time to be able to study such a large industry? Anyway, since you’ve come late to the session today. I got some work to do and would talk to you later. In the meanwhile have a look at the observations and the instruction manuals regarding the Welding Department and its operations and comprehend the uses.”
“Yes sir. Thank you”, replied Alokya and Meera.
I wasn’t that interested in reading the reports. But it wasn’t my place to raise a question.
We started reading the reports one after another and they were tiring. We did not expect novels but we did expect them to be a bit interesting. To the mix, all of us were hungry. Just then Mr. Ajay Singh came into our room with a smiling face, “Hey kids, still going through the observations! You’re doing a wonderful job!” I smirked looking at the report and Meera nudged me, referring that Mr. Singh staring at me.
“I know why you guys have grim faces, I understand that you’re hungry. Please take a break and get back to the office by 3PM….” All four of us got up and left the room even before he finished his sentence.
The path to the canteen was on the same road which brought us to the Welding Department but this time, the emotions were different. I was especially very upset with these authorities. It was 2:30pm and they asked us to be back by 3pm. They were being too hard on us.
We sat waiting as Neel brought four plates from the counter. Both Meera and Alokya ate a bit and left, vowing not to have lunch at the canteen again. I grabbed my plate and was in a hurry to satisfy my hunger. I was sitting in the place which was opposite to the counter where the food was being served. I happened to see a very thin and lean guy beside the counter checking out on me while I was adjusting my hair. I shrugged him off, completed my lunch and got out of the canteen. It was already 3:05pm and we hurried back to the department.
We were again greeted by a smiling Singh and just as we entered the cabin of Mr. Deshpande, he shouted “What were you doing in the canteen so long? You were late and haven’t even completed the work I gave you but you are all enjoying the place right on the first day! I would not appreciate this kind of business. Now, get back to your places and complete the set of files I gave you and give me a report on them in the next one hour!”
All the while, my friends and I trembled with fear due to his sudden outburst. I personally felt very disappointed to be scolded on the first day of our internship. I was aghast at the incident when we entered the room where we were supposed to study the reports. I was literally shouting at my friends. They tried consoling me but I couldn’t control my anger. I just did not want to face any more insults.
Stomping out of our room, I knocked on Mr. Deshpande’s door.
He looked at me and started “I’ve told you to complete the reports right?”
My friends came following me to the cabin.
“Sir, is there anything you would be teaching us here?” I asked furiously.
“I’ve asked you to complete the reports, first, do the work assigned to you. Then I will try teaching you something”, he said in his usual stern tone.
“What’s the use of going through hundreds of pages of observations, sir? I want you to teach us something about the operations and working of the machines that are used for welding. You aren’t teaching us any of these and you want us to go through those observations without knowing anything about them?”
“What are you going to learn about welding and techniques, you were already taught about those in your curriculum right?”
“What was taught is theory. What’s the use of coming here if you don’t teach us anything practical?” I replied and left the room in a flash, hating to continue the conversation any longer.
I got mad as things were going out of my control. Just when I was passing through Mr. Singh’s desk, I saw a person standing before the Welding Department in his mid-twenties probably, tall and bulky with a perfect jawline. He is beyond film stars and is in an entirely different league of beauty.
I was in a trance checking out this mighty and muscular roman figured guy, the smile on his face was like an ornament to a woman’s bare neck. The surroundings suddenly became magical and then… SNAP!
I was brought back to my senses by Mr. Ajay Singh’s words “Cool it down. It’s always like this with Mr. Vimal. Don’t you worry as I have arranged a meeting for you to meet Mr. Pratap in the Shells Department tomorrow early in the morning.”
I did not hear a word of what Mr. Ajay Singh said. I asked myself “Is this magic something called Love? Well, only God knows.”
Alokya looked at me closely and immediately asked, “Are you blushing?”
Understanding that I would get caught, I walked out at once. My friends came running after me after they thanked Mr. Singh again.