The first thing which struck me on arriving at the Chhatrapati Shivaji Airport, despite the fact that I have somehow managed to lose my ID, was the fact that the very next day I report to work, as an intern in one of the most famous law firms in India. Being a thinker, by birth , I started to wonder what it would be like working under one of the most speculated (only according to my aunt) firms. I dreaded my decision of flying to Bombay for it, the very minute I said a hesitant yes to my aunt.
After spending about three hours getting acquainted with my 4 year old cousin and the dog, I walked out for a while thinking about how things would be. I had no intentions of waking up 8 in the morning pulling myself out of bed, and then putting a big *willing to work* image in front of much more experienced much more knowledgeable people. I could picture them looking at me with skepticism in their eyes, laughing amongst themselves at my absolute ignorance and then making me their lunch gossip session.
Next morning I was all prim and proper, with a sweaty forehead and a pounding heart waiting to be err..introduced to my fellow interns and my seniors here at the law firm. Since I had the mental image in my head that I would be getting a cold shoulder from possibly everyone I made eye contact with, I withdrew and kept to myself, occasionally taking jibes at the clown of the trainee group. When the other interns made me know that they wouldnt bite, I opened up a little more to them. One in particular, she being the only one to actually come up and talk to me.
The rest, stayed glued to their monitors, crushing away the keys on the keyboard, laughing at something petty or getting updates about basketball. Somehow there was no connection. Not that I made any clear attempt to make any connections.
However, gradually over the week, the tension in the air settled. The oh so speculated disciplinary life in the law firm, seemed hyped to the core, which ill admit made me grit my teeth a bit. Work, though more of a second priority here (strictly for interns), was interesting and worth the digging deep. Okay, I might be a little dramatic here, but the atmosphere helped give me a more clear picture whether the career path I chose was right or wrong. There is a whole basis on which I say what I say. But thats for later.
Work. Friends. Walks. All felt like a part of me, something which would take me a while to get out of.
Now three weeks down the line, I have made friends I would remember for this lifetime, and I have memories worth cherishing. Whether its talking about how it wouldnt hurt if the office had a more good looking crowd. Irrelevant, I agree.
However, everything comes to an end at some point of time, and so does this joy ride.
Now I have a more clear point of view. I know I have taken the right decision, and not out of mere helplessness.
And I know, what Ive learnt here, I shall always remember. Whether its the discipline (not really) or the knowledge, it shall always help me realise the significance of what I have stepped into. In a good way
As for considering it to be an ordeal .......
Well, lets just say it should have never been considered as one in the first place.
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