My Internship Struggles:

My Internship Struggles:

When the clock exactly strikes 4:00 PM, logging off the window and properly shutting down the system, Mr. Jigme stands up from a revolving cozy chair with a sigh of relieve and gets out from the four-storeyed building functioning as the head office of National Pension and Provident Fund.

Like a detected thief, he looks towards the four directions and corners of the ground floor and comes out from the main entrance of the building facing towards no direction. With a great dilemma and more or less like in a somnolent state, he thinks and thinks and thinks where he could find a host for tonight to depend with as he has no proper adhered host to depend with in order to efficiently and effectively complete his two months duration of internship in NPPF.

Despite not having even single buck in his pockets, he considers it as ‘a good for health’ for daily walking more than one hour every morning and evening to reach to his internship site where it is giving a good avenue to learn a lot. Taking advantage of the religious concept of fasting and circumambulating the chorten during lunch breaks, he enjoys working at NPPF and desires to work permanently in future so as to avoid the problem of host to depend with.

The concept of window shopping learnt somewhere in plus two grades are being applied in the process of loitering around capital city with a thundering sound supposed to be heard from the sky now heard from his my abdomen.

Loitering in the street aimlessly sometimes feels like in a state of somnambulism. Friends are plenty when wallet is full. Nobody cares when somebody is not in a self-sufficient situation. He feels pity to himself and those like him being ignored by their own siblings.

Money as a means of exchange is an unavoidable means which facilitates the standard of living in metropolitan city dwellers. Everything and anything can be achieved if his/her surrounding feature is money. Money, money and money is the today’s dreams of a people.

Depending everyday on his three years old black leather shoes given to him by his far cousin three years ago, using continuously without change, the sole (outer layer of the shoe) becoming thinner and thinner everyday.

With bounteous indefinite thoughts in the mind, the desires are plenty and the wishes are left unfulfilled. Sometimes day dreams, what shall he do and where shall he invest if he finds one packet of 1000 BTN notes lying on his way, such useless thoughts keeps pondering in his mind.

Once he was on his way from internship site to his host’s place on foot. The weather was unfavorable and tit was chilly cold. The taxi drivers are proactive in giving their services. They would stop before him albeit he did not show the sign for them to stop, many a times he refused them saying ‘he prefers walking’. Fortunately or unfortunately, just below the roadside, he found one 50 BTN note lying. The thought came, whether he should pick it up or ignore it. Following him, there was two beautiful well –attired woman. He hesitated to pick it up in front of them, however, if he ignored it, he knew he was giving up the sum assured of Nu.50 which will serve his great purpose and after all he did not have a single buck in his pocket. He never misses reading the newspaper, during that fortunate incident too, he was carrying the Newspaper (Kuensel). He believes in superstitions that it will be a bad luck to the finder, especially when someone finds worthwhile commodities. Though hesitated to pick up the lying 50 note BTN, however, he stepped on it with his right leg and pretended reading article in the newspaper but his thought was only to that Nu. 50 note under his foot. Although, I felt sorry to the owner who had lost it, it had served his great purposes.

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                                  BY Jigme
                                  Royal Insurance Corporation of Bhutan