29th of July, my first day of my very first internship... okay now that day was boring as hell...i mean obviously...if you are sitting for like 8 hours in a row doing nothing...oh not exactly 'nothing'...rather watching a person working...having NO clue as to what the other person is up to...u sure as hell are gonna die of boredom...but guess what...i SURVIVED...(don't bother asking how)
It started getting better and survivable, as time passed by and as i started working AND as i started getting to know people there...plus the kind of people i had to deal with lately...the ones HERE seemed to me different... and BETTER...a friend of mine says..."its not the people who are good or bad...its our behavior that makes them so"...i do agree...but i am sure she would not negate what i say next..."and there are SOME who continue being good or BAD no matter how you behave with them...SOME who are mean and selfish and greedy and have no self-respect...SOME who use people and when they are done, they start treating them as if they were the worst of creatures alive"...anyhow...coming back to the actual topic, my internship !! so it was not that bad afteral, i realized ...what i had NOT realized then was that how much i am going to miss that place...rather the people there, after i leave...
Okay now honestly i don't know what their opinion would be...but i really had (lets call it) the time of my life there...my vacations couldn't be more fun...it has not been a week since my internship has ended and i am missing every part of it...
To start with...the lectures that we (i and juniee) had with sir kashif... the debates that we usually had with him over something utterly stupid =D .... oh and how could i forget his NEVER-AGREEING nature... and the test that he conducted =p ... and the expressions juniee always wore with the name of a ''WRITTEN'' test =p ... and him requesting again and again that it be viva and not a written test =D and to WHICH, sir never agreed......how can i forget the 'friendly' wars between sir taqi n irum...and not to mention sir taqi's biscuits that he used to hide in the drawer =D ...oh and how they were once stolen by the neighboring dept....stolen and EATEN =D ...and the stories of sir taqi's childhood that he used to tell... how his sisters had made him a bride once =D ... and the way sir sohail (aka 'chinese' or kookoo or soha =p) used to call every one "MERA BETA"..... oh and 'the famous' BAREY ABBU JI and CHOTEY ABBU JI who used to scare the hell out of people =D ... and how i always used to request sir qadir to give me cash to count, and he..ahm' ahm'...well he always refused...afraid of my evil intentions =p .....and the fights over cheque books...well the credit goes to me of course =p ... i was the one who triggered sir adeel n sir taqi ...=p... and sir adeel, always calling me a baby, and not letting me call him uncle... and the pet lines of everybody there: ''YEH AAP HI KAR SKTEY HAIN'' and ''apko yeh haq kisney dia'' and ''aj toh apne yeh keh dia'' etc etc... and the way sir harry used to say "meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesss" (miss) =D... and the independence day celebrations...and the 'cake' that never came...=p... and how everyone was busy blowing up balloons that day... and the brownies party that we had... and sir harry's new cell's broken screen that cost him Rs. 2,000... and of course the blame was on innocent me =p ... and the 'rooh-afza', 'chocolate' and 'leemu' day...and like sir harry said: 'roza tootnay ka shadeed khatra'..... and not to mention the nick names that we all had for each other...=D... and the countless pay orders that sir taqi had to make daily... oh and how we used to curse the customers turning up just half hour before the closing time...... and the over-crowded bank on the first of Ramadan when people actually forgot that it would be open the next day too..... and the vouchers of sir kashif and sir farrukh...huh...how much i hated this voucher checking..... and the meals with rabab and irum in the tiny kitchen... and the phone calls using the banks phone...well shushhhh ... and the sleepy sir zohaib whom they used to call whenever somebody was absent ... and sir mazhar who used to drink water twice every hour (or may be more) ... and all the jokes about the ''SISTERS'' and 'bari aapa' and 'ainak wali behen' =p and 'brothers' and 'minor to major promotion' and 'HAPPA'=p and 'lollypop' and... *takes a deep breath*...
omg !! this all, i am never going to forget!
now seriously...WHY DO GOOD TIMES LAST FOR SUCH A SHORT PERIOD?? *sobs*
