(05-05-2012)
Mogra Mornings!
Hyderabad is hot and a bit humid. Makes you sleepy more often. Or maybe it is the consistently large amount of rice that I am consuming. Anyways, Hyderabad is a pretty good setup for aspiring ISEET-ians. They have everything a would-be-geek geek can ask for~ hostels, cheap food, cheaper sim cards, study centers, dhobis, and this is a weird listing of things I believe I did right now. But get the jazz, this place is booming with the coaching business. A little bit desperate on their part, I see every shop having a hint attached to make their business run. Some pics below will suffice to what I really mean:
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The whole shop of electronic household products depends upon this one specific label. |
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SanJEEvni people, you are doing it right! |
All in all, a hub for aspiring brilliant minds, I have already made pals with the boys living in the rooms adjacent to ours. They are wonderful and seemingly talented, I wish them luck!
The first day at work
You are not an Indian if you are not late for work. So keeping with the 'dharohar', we woke up late in the morning. Our senior, who was also the person under whom we would be working with at DRDO, called up on time. I was almost groaning but managed to convince him that we are leaving for breakfast whereas in reality we were actually getting up and cribbing.
I woke up and checked out only to find that a queue of those IIT-dudes in their undies, waiting to take shower. "Today we will be castrated for being late" I figured.
Somehow we managed to get ready , have breakfast, and start late. We were taking the Hyderabadi buses for the first time so, I had no idea how to or which bus to watch out for. I must say, the people here are very helpful, even the driver of a different bus would stop and tell us which bus to look for. "Are we a part of some bigger conspiracy? Why are the people being so nice to us?" I wondered. Too much of Prison Break ,Dexter and Fringe, I must say.
Bus commuting happened, and in the midst some momentary hiccups, we reached our destination: The majestic, Reseach Centre Imarat, DRDO.
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Barely managed to fit in the frame! |
Gate passes and loads of formalities later, we reached inside. It was endless. It was huge! It was a different state, or a country perhaps. It was not a single building. We were supposed to reach building no. 0212 but, as it appeared, even the employees did not know of it properly. "0212? Arae woh Agni Lab hai kya?" one of them inquired. "Sir, I don't work here" I murmured. "Kya bola?" he said. "Thank you Sir, Thank you bola!" I made a fugly face and we dashed out as soon as we could.
30 minutes and a battery-car ride later, we managed to get to the said building. It was well maintained and well-equipped. DRDO lives up to its name, I must say. Huge tall buildings ( I wish I could click some snaps) and everything was just humongous, and equally admiring. We got used to seeing the missile prototypes very soon, and in an hour or so, we were working well with our 'boss'. A professional environment it was- slightly depressing but it makes you think clearly.
So we worked till 5.30 pm, and as we were getting ready to leave, I asked our senior about the prototype that was kept adjacent and visible from our office. "What prototype? They are real, dude!" he beamed."Only the explosives are not there. Rest, it is a real missile!"
Trust me, the words are still ringing in my head, and as I prepare to get back to work on Monday, I have a new aim that I wish to achieve by the end of this internship: To take pic by sitting INSIDE that huge ballistic oh-so-awesome bad-ass missile! Sweeet Jesus!