Our usual lunch table was occupied today. New faces that I
hadn't seen around on the floor. They were all brimming with energy and
excitement. Sharing lunch boxes, introducing each other, some silent smiles,
many giggles, a few looks through the corner of their eyes. Mischievous faces,
serious faces. This was our new batch of interns.
We lose our enthusiasm
very easily in our 9-5 grinds, you know. Looking at those bright faces, images
of our TCS training back in 2009 flashed in front of my eyes. It was fun. Proud
batch of campus placed students. Making new friends in the co-ed hostel. Smartly
dressed in Van Heusens, proud of that tie. Ah, those lovely days. Rushing to
our usual dhaba to gorge on paranthas, ditching the coconut oil canteen food.
Late night stairway talks, smoke walks, freestyle dance sessions.
Fast forward half a decade and here I am, looking at those
kids. Yes, I call them kids, not because I'm too old, or they are too young
either. But the energy they have is no less than of kids. I finish my lunch,
pack my empty lunchbox and walk back to my cube with a sudden urge to go back
to school or maybe become an intern or a trainee again.
Such is life.
