Life wasn’t going to be great after that too, although I was really hoping badly that it would, since I kicked out my roommate, I decided to take up a new place and in hope of that took a ridiculous place near my college and shifted my stuff for the second time since I moved to Delhi. But the day I was supposed to move in that place I found out that somehow my room got mysteriously filled up with water and my entire luggage was drenched in it. So, that meant I had to shift again, let me remind you for the third time, I went to another place in Perladpur and moved in with my friend Gaurav. This place wasn’t my dream place either and although at first sight it might seem to you that you might be able to camp in for sometime but believe me the nightmare only begins after you have moved in. But since my luck with the places that I have chosen earlier didn’t turn out exactly or rather remotely close to what I had hoped, I had given up all wish to decide and I just wanted to move in wherever possible. This might also be because so many things have been happening to me since I moved in to Delhi, maybe I had lost faith in my decision making abilities for the time being. So, I moved in Perladpur with Gaurav and within a few days I had grown bored of that place to, which was mainly because of the lack of accessibility in that place, I mean nothing seemed to be available there and more it didn’t even feel that I was living in Delhi, it was more like I have come out of my hometown and shifted to a village. College on the other hand wasn’t going that great either and I began to loose all my interest in attending classes, I ran into problems with the administration every now and then because of the kind of attitude they had towards us and seemed to me that they felt as if this was a social work they were doing instead of a job. The faculties that were provided to us were even worse, most of them didn’t have a clue what they were teaching, then there was Alok sir who again was busy intimidating the students and consequently increasing the number of students bunking his lectures and making me wonder if that’s the only reason why he bagged the job in the first place. Then once when I was in Didi’s place she suggested that I should get out of all that and take a place of my own and like a lightening it hit that maybe that was what I needed to do, I need to get myself a place to “LIVE” and think of everything later. So, with courage in my heart and money in my pocket I went out next day to look for a “home” and not a “house”, dodging questions about my religion my marital status and my place of birth I finally managed to get a place. Classes continued in the college I rarely found interest in attending them and very soon news broke in that we are supposed to go for our summer training( yeah right !! summer training in Delhi imagine that). Companies began to come to college everyday and there were loads of interviews being carried and the students behaving as if this was their last and only claim to fame. I on the other hand being the kind of guy that I am didn’t bother to get into the rat race and more so because the kind of companies that were coming in the college were mostly insurance BULLSHIT!! And so I took my time and found out an opening in Nokia for a summer internship and got into that along with a few of my other friends who followed my league. The summer training for Nokia was an interesting experience, it was a 45 day ordeal, all we had to do is to get to out outlets everyday at 4pm and stay there till 9 pm and help out the customers with the phone they chose to buy(which was really nothing). But me and darn old luck’s affair continued and I was given an out in Mahipalpur, which took me more than 2hours to get there and eventually the same time to come back, which meant that for a 5 hour job I had to travel for almost 5 hours in Blue line buses—add to that the NTP( by NTP I mean the 46 degree Delhi heat). I remember the very first day of my summer internship, it was one hell of an experience. I walked into my outlet and asked for the concerned person( Anil bhaiya….i call him bhaiya now!!) and there was this haryanvi guy who didn’t seem too amused at my query and said that he Anil and asked me “ who the hell are you?” in a pure haryanvi accent and a voice only to be heard to be believed. I suddenly felt a twist in my stomach, there were others who were in the shop too and they all looked at me as if I have entered some restricted territory or might have broken some kind of a covenant or something, as it turns out the highly efficient guys at Nokia didn’t even bother to inform them that I was coming( as if they wanted it to be a birthday gift or something for Anil bhaiya). After the initial awkwardness I got a seat and some confidence, then I was introduced to Sunil bhaiya who was Anil’s brother( as if I would have never guessed even with their rhyming names). They asked me a series of questions which momentarily reminded me of my first day at school( the little that I remember), initially I thought that these two would give me the hardest time of my life but I was wrong completely wrong, as it turned out they were both super cool and very gullible people, and I began to thank “whoever is up there” for being able to have met them. The summer internship after that was a piece of cake, I enjoyed every moment of it.