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We never reserved our tickets and had to travel by unreserved compartments. I don’t understand for what reason the unreserved compartments don’t have cushions to sit. Does it imply that the poor people’s bums have more resistance to wear and tear? Or the poor people have cushions attached to their butts? The 2 days journey was acute pain in the ass – literally! We neither could stand nor could sit properly. But we somehow reached New Delhi in proper format.

A senior of ours was trying to get us into some newspaper organization in Delhi, and nothing seemed to work out. He was trying hard for us in The Statesman too, but the chances looked meager. Personally both my friend and me were least disturbed by the event. We had enough money to splurge, and we carried a let go attitude.

We were called on the 5th for a meeting with the editor of the Statesman, and it was 3rd today. We had 2 days on hand, so we thought we could watch a movie in the meantime. Raju Ban Gaya Gentleman had just released, and we were just reaching the theatre. Chandru was a 6-footer, and I am just 5 feet 6 inches in height. We either had to take a round about road of 2 kms to reach the theatre or could simply jump over a divider and reach the theatre immediately. Chandru didn’t have a problem jumping it with ease, but when I tried a stunt like Jackie Chan – I fell from a height of 5 feet and landed on my hands and knees first, with my lips just kissing the roads.

I had got some 10-15 sprains in my hand, of which 1 or 2 is still persisting in my left hand till date. I can only thank God for saving my bones. I got up, held my left hand tight, and the first thing I told Chandru was – “Chandru don’t worry we will get the Internship on the 5th.” He was a bit taken back – why on earth am I talking about internship after a free fall?

On 5th we were on time for the meeting. The editor was in, and the secretary to the editor came out with a bad news. She said, we are sorry to tell you that we could not take you. We never lost the smile on our face. We thanked her and started to walk away. When we reached the out gate, the security’s phone rang. I asked Chandru to wait, and Chandru insisted we should to. I said wait, I think this call is for us. The security was clueless about the content of the call, and his eyes were searching for someone. We waited there patiently and the security asked – are you the guys who met the editor just now? We said yes. “The editor wants to meet you”, he said. And we were offered the internship.

I still don’t know what events took place in that 60 seconds – the time which took us to reach the out gate from the editor’s office.

Will be continued….