Industrial Attachment @ Airtel

Airtel Corporate Office, Gurgaon

OJT And Weekly Reports

Its been two weeks since we left Nagpur for our two months long On-Job-Training. I was told Delhi had a pretty hot time this year. We seem to had brought the rain along with us. Its raining hammer and tongs now and on more than one occassion, so far, I got drenched on my way to and fro to ITO where the initial schedules are going on.

The best part of the OJT is that we could sleep for long hours now. Back in the Campus, we barely had 6 Hrs of sleep, except of course, for the weekends. Since we don't have to rise up at 6 am in the morning, things are better on this front. But we also seemed to be held by a long rope. Because we have to make sure we complete our daily shcedules and also fill them up accordingly. The lure of weekend is also disrupted by the need to send our weekly reports latest by the following monday.

A change is always welcome. We miss the timely breakfast and meals at NADT. We miss the connectivity through the net also. Yet, walking in the corridors of ITO, it is an experience of real job at hand. One has to get a feel of it sooner or the later and the sooner the better. In life, ups and downs are part of it. We hope to come out of this experience enriched and equipped.

Inauguration Of Induction Course:62nd Batch IRS

Monsoon Musings

The number "Marwa Blues" by George Harrison generates a serene feeling.Of being all alone in the midst of a deep jungle.Iam saddened the academic session at the proposed Jawaharlal Nehru Institute Of Medical Sciences(JNIMS), Imphal is not taking off this year.But even if it could materialise next year, it is a great way of looking into the future.
The next few weeks will be a rigorous one for Officer Trainees at the National Academy Of Direct Taxes (NADT), Nagpur.Second Home Test begins on the 31st of July and after a short break the First Departmental Examination will start tentatively on the 21st of August.
The old cowboy movie "Butch Cassidy And The Sundance Kid" is a good one.It stars Paul Newman in his heydays.One great movie that seem to have all actors Dutch is "Blue Book".Going back to the World War II times in the Netherlands, the character 'Rachel Stein' is much loved.Though at times one is too sad to see her predicament, her role is colourful.

Rain And The Music

A pleasant change which has set in recently is the rain. The downpour has raged of sort for more than two weeks by this time.It is only by now that we got to know we have lot of companions in the campus.The rain has chased out different reptiles out of their comfortable holes. We spot many dead snakes on the paths run over by vehicles.Crabs are also seen crawling tirelessly once in a while.
Recently i got hold of some very fine music from the library and friends.One of my most favourite song is "I got my mind set on you" by George Harrison.I really love the pace, tune and lyrics.Mr. Big also happen to ring out many lovely songs."Goin where the wind blows","Seven impossible days", "To be with you", etc.These great songs make you lively and give thrill

With Friends At FRI, Dehradun

Sunday Morning Calls

The water from the overhead tank is pretty hot even at the start of day. Friendly breeze during the night have not succeded in cooling it. As floods of warm water from the tap touches my face I can feel it. The burning sensation tells me the potency of solar energy. It’s not that I have not realised this earlier. I always make sure I store ample water in the buckets to cool it down. The room attendant unaware of such precautionary measures had exhausted them while going about her chores a little while ago. In my fury I almost cursed her. I held my tongue in time. It dawned on me it was human err, not manifest intention. Illiterate and deprived, such nitty-gritty would have been the last thing on her mind.
As the first few mugs of warm water flowed over my body I nonetheless began to feel fresh. The music on the radio played slowly in the distance. I realize it was Sunday morning. I also realize I didn’t get a call from home. I also make note of the fact that this has been the way for sometime now. The thought transports me to life few years backdated. Those were the days of waiting for the proverbial “light at the end of the tunnel”. Both at home and elsewhere, things were not rosy. There were smiles occasionally; they were followed by quietness.

Sunday morning was a long wait. Someone from home would call me up; Mom, most of the time. Only she had the guts to present things in black and white. It was usually not a leisure call. More so, if it falls in the beginning of the month. The foremost topic being the support from home. The message would either cheer me up or teach me to be more patient. I acknowledged the difficulties and absorbed the adverses for the bulk of such instances. I also remember the times when I had to just talk back at Mom out of frustration. But despite everything, I cannot remember Mom crying once.
There were also Sunday mornings of different sort. Those mornings when the phone was dead silent. Time was due but the calls were not forthcoming. The silence was in a way more unbearable. Even when the need could not be met, the “ventillation therapy” helped. I also remember Brother calling up sometimes which became more frequent later. I recall how I could make out from his voice and tone it was ‘positive’ or ‘negative’ before he began to speak. He speak less so the cue was important. If the Sunday morning went well, the weekdays were productive and peaceful. If not, there arose lot of distractions and required extra effort to concentrate on studies at hand.
Everybody wanted to help. Almost everybody was helpless. We consoled one another trying not to hurt ourselves in the process. There was compromise in our use of words. I was asked to study hard but told politely Civil Services was only a dream. I agreed to take other exams as well but gave my heart and soul to the Civil Services Examination. In the end, it seems I didn’t break my vows. I kept my words. From the precincts of the Parliament Of India to the National Academy Of Direct Taxes. The journey has been a humbling experience. God has been so good even as He seem so unrelenting to many prayers. There are lesser Sunday morning calls now. Even if there are, they are not the same anymore. Going through my reminiscence I wiped the last trace of moist from my body. I came out of the bathroom humbled. All for a Sunday morning bath.