messy intern - I

Being in the third year (fifth semester) of my annoyingly prolonged Diploma in Jewellery Design and Manufacturing Technology we are expected to do our internship. All of my senior batches had done theirs at SEEPZ, since my renowned Institute has been built by the GJEPC, and we were expected to do the same.

The internship was something I was most looking forward to, since I decided upon this course, and I was very, very determined to do it in Italty. I had even started studying the language by myself. My game plan: I would consistently be at the top of my class in every aspect, get amazing recommendations, and be wanted at a firm like Buccellati, for my brilliant designs. Work hard, I did. I even topped my class for the first two semesters, and in all honesty, it seemed like a cake walk. Especially my second semester. The course started becoming easier, and less challenging. We eventually realised that there was some rift between the different departments, and for most parts, the employers of most of my seniors felt that they were not upto the mark. I'll avoid too much detail when it comes to this, but I'll try and show you how bad the scenario had gotten: we spent days, no wait months, to be honest almost two whole semesters without a decent teacher for Design. We spent days being pushed from one room to another only to sit and watch movies on our laptops, or find other ways to entertain ourselves.

I'll still take the due credit for not making Italy work out. If I would have tried harder, and not scattered my attention so I could find life a little more challenging, I could have made it work. Moving on, my dear Vartika came into my life, and with our super obsession with Farah Khan, we single-minded-ly worked towards getting her attention. Get her attention we did, thank you twitter, and we spent a good two months getting a date from the busy little woman for our interviews. We spent a good 15 days eating, breathing & sleeping design. And finally our interviews got fixed, and then they got postponed, and then they got fixed, and then postponed, and you'd think we'd give up, but no... We kept pushing, we'd stalk the woman, not that she put much efforts into making her whereabouts too private, and then we found out that she was going to be at our prestigious institute as a judge for some competition. We took that as our only chance, and landed up there half prepared. Obviously enough, that did not go down too well, and she decided it was enough time to judge our capabilities. She pseudo-offered us positions for sales at her new store in Delhi, but we both knew it would never be worth it.

We were already super late with our internship, and now we had nothing with us. Anyway, our institute helped us score our internships at the best organisation at SEEPZ. This meant export market. Interest levels: -7.

Either ways, I (I'll get to first person now on, coz I think we both had different experiences) decided to take as much as I could from this, and enjoy it while it would last...