Holiday Fun!!! (So Intern/In-plant?!)

Intern / In-plant?? These words have surpassed the dominance of songs/ voice messages/ caller tunes. In sharp, they have muted these all time chaos of a college student.

Find a collegiate (possibly not 1^st year) at random and pop a question on his holidays. Either his reply must be an in-plant or an internship. Special cases always prevail. Be it a mini project or an amusing vacation!! (Chicks and geeks ever exist).

I’m unclear of calling myself lucky or unlucky. I did both, which gave me a chance to have to varied experiences. Here is my comparison between them.

Internship was really hard to find on first hand and it was even arduous and strenuous to get it. (As you know it’s always tough to put the follow on). The most laboring part was to sustain it. The pitiable fact is I wasn’t paid for the internship!!

But it gave me a greater and deeper insight on recruitment and workplaces. I found how stupid I could sound in interview. Though I’ve attended seminars and workshops on entrepreneurship, working with a start up made me analyze and construe its working. The transparency of the company to an intern illustrated me the hurdles they cross through.

As a stark opposition to my internship my in-plant training was a fun learning time. We went. We ate. We listened/ learned (as it’s always up to us) and we found new friends. I thank the million dollar companies for this great opportunity.

It was a class other than your class room. It was more informative than one could think of. It brushed our basics and enabled us to find if we could see a future in such a company. But in-plant training didn’t live to its name. It was rather an in company training. Though they cited safety reasons for their procedure, I don’t blame them because it was really horrible to roam under hot sun!!

Though both experiences are different it taught me one thing in common. You are here and this is the moment.

Never been treasured!

Never before, my pen has written something of this kind.

Never before, I felt so privileged by my education.

Never before, I treasured my life so much.

That was the day, when I sensed the real importance of being educated. We are here, mourning every day, for our necessity to study. And of course, we enjoy innumerous pranks and puns on our education system and our plight to study. No wonder, I am also one among you who enjoyed 3 idiots, cherished its essence and kept track of its song tracks, rather than the theme.

A simple encounter of mine with the workers of massive construction sites absolutely transfixed me. These people have been migrated (/ bought) from Orissa or other states, which are not well developed. These are the places which could not afford its entire people to be educated. And just for the sake of a livelihood, they work here almost as slaves to their unseen masters. Most of them are of our age and have not even completed primary education.

They don’t have the liberty to be educated or for proper food or lifestyle, though they are as entitled to it as we are. They have tasted only the bitterness of life, but we are frustrated to taste even the sweetness. I would often wonder before, the need to pass the Right for education bill. And now, I could empathize on its need, and know it’s not only a must to pass it, but to execute it.

Never before, the back page of a Classmate notebook meant so much to me.

“There are still millions who only dream of schools.”