G-MAG Issue-1, sep-2013 | Page 42

Pages Of my Diary

Taken from Molika Sinha's Diary

Today, it was my first day of internship at PepsiCo. Oh! I hate waking up at 8:00 in the morning and that too in vacations!!!

To my misfortune, I couldn’t wake up on time even though I went to bed early yesterday. I wonder how come my mother’s loud and shrill voice couldn’t reach me in my dream world. (I guess the only time she hates me is while waking me up.)

I woke up an hour late! HOLY HELL! The PepsiCo Bottling Unit was 45 minutes away from my house and my reporting time was 10:00. I wonder at what speed I expect myself to get ready with my mom continuously shouting at my ears for being late. Argh..!!!

And to add to my misery, I had to drive all the way on my own on my so-called “BULLET”! (Don’t mistake it to be an original bullet. It’s Mahindra Kine, a scooty!).In this scorching heat, I hated driving from the innermost core of my heart. The drive seemed to be never ending. I regret why I fought with my mom and left the option of being dropped by the driver.

I tried my best to make up, but still reached half-an hour late. And over it, the guard at the gate gave me the look – Gak! How can we let this girl enter? (I think my manifestation of a dacoit made him think so. You see the look which the girls usually carry over during summers.)

I wanted to rush in. So many questions were coming up in my mind – What impression would the administrative officers get of me? What excuse would I give them? Will they believe that? What if they send me back home?

But again,the guard’s drama was still to go. It seemed to me that I was playing Takeshi’s Castle – coming over all the hurdles! I liked one thing about the beverage company today the most, they make you fill so many forms (pun surely intended)! Forms inquiring the diseases I am suffering with forms stating the extra materials I took in, and the weirdestone – death responsibility form. It took me another 15 mins to complete filling them up. I almost ran to the Administrative office to meet Miss Mukti Rani.

While on my way, I heard noises of glass bottles clanking.