Thinking I was old, was well, alright.
But to think I was a CD at THE Ogilvy and Mather was a bit much, I thought with a sigh.
[ But I can't lie it wasn't flattering.
And that I didn't feel like someone had only fast-forwarded a few years of my life. ]
Then, with a rather heavy heart, I told him the truth.
Said I was only an intern and that it was my first day on the job.
Instantly, I saw his expression change and face go green in embarrassment.
[ But shouldn't I have been more embarrassed at the revelation than him? I thought to myself.]
He profusely apologised saying he was new on the floor.
I said it was all cool.
And we became instant friends.
And we became instant friends.
Then the other 'older' more experienced guard, with hard-boiled eyes and an overused voice, now decided to take charge.
He: "Haanji, kisse milna hai aapko?"
Me: "Ji, Bodhisatwa Dasgupta."
He: "Oh, Bodhi Sir.
Par woh toh abhi bhi aye nahi.
Aap ek kaam karo.
6th pe chale jao.
Waise bhi aapko jab tak swipe card na mile, roz wahaan jaake entry karna padega.
Wahaan waiting room bhi hai. Jab Sir ajayenge, main niche phone kar dunga.."
His instructions were fairly cogent and simple to understand.
Rather seasoned gentleman.
Good at his work.
Must've done the drill for years now, I thought.
Sending one intern after another.
To this benevolent man...
To this benevolent man...
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