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Internship Saga - Part 3

“We have been assigned to raise issues in Voice. We are looking for Meghna, Voice’s monitor.” I said to the girl walking past the Stark Tower. “I am Meghna, relax there are more things to do in life than raise issues. I will be back in a moment.” She said. “Have you downloaded the app on your mobile?” She asked us as we entered the lab to raise issues. “Yes, we have installed it on our mobile,” I said with enthusiasm of cracking the Morse code. Meghna gave me a strange look. “Largely the app is stable, most of the issues have already been raised but see if you can still find any,” Meghana said.

We dug into our handsets and tried to find the issues. After complete fifteen minutes, I got bored with the entire issue raising stuff. “What are you studying for?” I asked Meghna. “I am studying for CAT,” Meghna said adjusting her glasses. “You are aspiring for the top management schools?” I asked. “Dude that’s not that easy.” She said. “But your nerdy glasses suggest you would crack it with a whip,” I said. “Are you Christian?” She asked me(Don't ask me why?). “No, I am Marathi. I come from Thane. Well someone had to.” I said. “I am from Jammu.” She said. “Amazing I went there the last vacation. It's a beautiful place. But disturbed by the strife.” I said. “The strife has been there before long. But you have to accept it and move on.” Meghana said. “Yes, I accept it whole-heartedly that I can’t raise issues in Voice and move on to play table tennis,” I said

I played table tennis for an hour. It was an hour of sports. The employees had taken a break from their heavy-duty work. I was playing table tennis after a while, hence I was clumsy at the beginning but found my groove after a while. The employees a year or two senior to me where a friendly bunch and I gelled along with them nicely. It was time for lunch. We went to the canteen, I ordered a Pav Bhaji, its an Indian gravy to be eaten with buns. It is spicy, tangy and tasty. After satiating my hunger I went to the lab to get on with my Android development.

I started developing a dialer. The Numpad you have to dial up a phone number and the best part was to switch from my dialer to the default phone app to make a call. It was fun making the UI I used my own idea to set up the dialer. Aditya and Shravani helped me switch between activities by the use of Intent. The app was ready in a two day’s time. I played a lot of table tennis after completing the app. I was elated by the simple fact that the app was up and running. That day we ate chocolate truffle pastry with Hakka noodles, Fried Rice and a Chocolate milkshake for the supper which was icing on the cake.

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