This is a much awaited post at least to a few of my readers since it deals with a particular traumatic time of my life, a time of strife and extreme mental stigma, a period of testimony of purity, chastity, virtue and common sense...no no not armageddon, my summer internships...
Internships are an interesting time of an MBA life and in the prose that follows, I will try to encompass all the emotions of the MBA when he is barely surviving on the brink of sanity.

Any day in the office begins with a visit to my boss...an exemplary woman...here fav line is "Five Minutes"

Morning mam
five minutes
REport mam...
five minutes
The Surat Ad agency...
five minutes
There is a Dinosaur in your dustbin mam
Five minutes...
@##^%$&

Then she calls me into the cabin and I enter with the look of a sailor who has stumbled onto Unmapped territory

SO Ganty you go to Dharavi to meet clients
Mam Dharaci is a slum
Take it as a challenge
CHALLENGE(I should be happy if one of my clients doesnt kill me)
Yes mam
And sell them the stuff
(Yea like...dus ka ek software dus ka ek software)
yes Mam
and book your tickets now

This is the best part, my boss is a go getter, she always manages to get my ass that is
Mam no bus rail or air tickets mam
JUST GO SOMEHOW
(yea why not call Buddhia and run the marathon BITCH)
okie mam

Then there are these conversations filled with affection and love

So Ganty are you hating the office?
Not Yet mam(Hate, I love it, cant u also make us say Hail Boss please)
Oh well, you will hate it soon
(See, motivation)

Then after any eventless wasteful tour to Dharavi or some such commercially viable place

So How was your trip Ganty
It was effective mam ot changed my life(Yea I am getting used to prosthetics now)
Good, so whats the report
(Oh you should love to go there, they havent raped a rhino in ages it seems)

But stuff that takes the cake is when she is concerned...about her ass
(Me poking my nose and scratching my head and standing like I just saw an alien masturbate)
and she says
"Dont show me attitude!!!"
Attitude???(Oh probably she has ruled that the right finger does the nose and the left one on the head)
sorry mam and I switch
Why are you speaking to the staff? You are after all Interns
(yes yes madam should tell the canteen guy to give us separeate tumblers and all)
My guide can co author "How to kill an intern in two months" but then I am sure she would put my name in fine print....

Sigh...so that was the end to one interesting part of my life...
I always thought MBA's were sentient but i realised they have a strong potential to be masochistic too...