The Intern Diaries

So, here I am, with my college days almost  behind me (who am I kidding, they’re gone, wham! kapput!), interning for the third time in my college life. The difference between my first internship and the other two is the latter I did, and am doing for college grades. It’s human nature t glorify the past which is probably why people at the end of their graduation miss college so much. The beauty of those days are lost on us when we’re actually living them. Think about it; no real responsibility, everyone still treats you like a child, and you get to procrastinate as much as you want with your work because it is, in fact, YOUR work and not something you’re doing for an organization. Also, you get to hang out with friends, and as we call it here in India, maaro velliyaan. 

The second this Graduation Project/Internship kicks in, we realize it’s time for work, responsibility and money; basically the things we never had to worry about. Don’t get me wrong, the place I’m interning is exceptionally cool but it still isn’t a place I think I belong. I’ve been a student of Fashion Communication in NIFT, Hyderabad for 3.5 years now and my last stint in college will be in May which gets me thinking all the more. I’m not really sure what I’m good at or what I want to do for a living. The beauty of being a part of this generation is that we get to choose our own path, and we work in whichever field we love but the downside is, with so many options, it’s hard to decide. Our parents had little choice. The reputable fields were either medicine or engineering. Yes, they had it tough but they knew what they could or could not do! And here I am, typing away to glory on a blog. I’m pretty sure most of my generation goes through  the same dilemmas as I do, so I’m not really worried, to tell you the truth.

The only worrying aspect is, it’s time to grow up! Soon, it will be a real job, where I can no longer be passed off as a new comer and I’m pretty sure I’ll be grilled by whoever my boss will be. When I was a kid, I really wanted to grow up. Now that I’m here, this shit was not expected.

Time. Who would have known it passes so damn fast.
Time. Who would have known it passes so damn fast.

2 thoughts on “The Intern Diaries

  1. sundaybalcony March 10, 2014 / 6:00 am

    awesomesauce! “this shit was not expected” truly summarises my emotions at this juncture in life.

  2. sundaybalcony March 10, 2014 / 6:01 am

    awesomesauce. “this shit was not expected” accurately summarises my feelings at this juncture in life (y)

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