I wake up early and wait for the bus,
I land in office with much ruckus.
I plug my laptop and make some sound,
My anxiety in the morn has no such bound.
I go out for a coffee with a friend,
Hope that the wait for my guide will soon end.
I come back to my desk and check my mails.
I look around and see only snails.
The voice in the office is on a rise,
With morning haggles and cell phone rings.
I stick to my routine of work and play,
Ma heart loathes the work; it always sings.
Marketing they say is so deep and vague,
To find a solution and then keep a gauge.
Google is god when secondary research comes,
And then my mind struggles across the river Somme.
I wait for the lunch as interns get together,
I will miss the talks and the slangs forever.
The times with Chandru I’ll never forget,
When I wash my hands and light a cigarette.
I look up to Sid for his gentleman-ship,
Dude, I promised you of my friendship.
Viraj seems to be in the warehouse,
Often I wonder: Is he relaxing in his house?
Yohan is the guy who talks like me,
I respect you man; you take it from me.
Manoj has always been dear to me,
No matter what others said, he will like me.
Akila is the girl with brains and mind,
I wished she was a little more kind.
A missy from pune is learning the skills of HR,
Hello darling: You should pick up a bit of PR.
The MI-CAn lass, Shravya is on cloud number 9,
I hope she wouldn’t mind if I take her for a wine!
I get drunk and stay in a high,
Sometimes I fly and then give a sigh.
I love this place, for my memoirs here,
And I believe that better moments are yet to come.
People would forget as the time passes by,
Memories would be buried; but not for some.
I ask to my core: Am I crazy or insane?
I am just a student, a little more humane.
(Dedicated to my fellow interns at ABG)
