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when I learnt how to walk

                                                When I learnt how to walk
I had a lot of butterflies in my stomach and was damn nervous the night before I joined Ogilvy as an intern. My friends and family kept supporting me. It was a very different kind of a feeling. I was nervous because this is my first job my first step into the corporate world. It’s the 1st baby step that you take into this world that changes your life forever. Though I am just an intern, my life would just change in a few hours. 
Interning at Ogilvy is a real big thing. It’s like your people go all crazy - "OMG! Ogilvy? You are an intern at Ogilvy?? Wow!"
I dint even know that I had that talent in me to get through the interview I knew I needed a lot of polishing and a lot of guidance. I need to learn a lot of things including how to scan your id to get a door pass.
Anyways my day started after an uneasy night of the totally advance level people in the corporate game haunting me in my nightmare. This was the first time I switched off my alarm in the first go and not waking my whole family up. 
It was the first day of my life that I managed to get ready on time. 
It was the first day I nearly reached on time and in a filmy style stared at the towering Westin building where I would experience my life changing.
I was too nervous to even get a security check done. And if the security personnel would just look at my expressions, I would look like a fresher in the suicide bombing field. Anyways I managed to get through them and nervously entered my details with the security so that if something would go wrong I would be the first one to get interrogated.
I managed to make it to the 14th floor where I would be working and was welcomed by my mentor Nandan. I was advised by a lot of people to keep at bay from mentors. It didn’t really matter to me because I have always been open to good genuine and talented people. They have their ways of working and they are not wrong on their part. They give space and expect the same. Anyways I was acting a bit weird on my part but no one would know since it was all new. Felt like a curious Dee-Dee from Dexter’s Laboratory wanting to say- “What does this button do?” when I was given my first official desk, my personal desk.
I can’t actually describe how I felt when I was told about the brands I would be working for. It’s that kind off a feeling when someone hands over a new born kid to the mother. I wouldn’t be playing a major role in working for these brands but I felt awesome, I always knew I was taking the right decision in giving my interview at Ogilvy (And hopefully they were right in choosing me).
I realised that I have to learn a lot. It’s tough surviving. We think we are the most perfectly talented and creative people when we are in our own nutshell. But it’s a totally different world out there. A lot of people trying to prove themselves, a lot of people trying to make it big. A lot of people trying to survive. And in this battle I am just going to be me. Open to learning. And that’s one thing that should be there in everyone. I don’t mind asking a question even if feels like it’s the dumbest question ever. And this thing I learnt from my best friend Gahana Advani when suddenly out of the blue she asked, “Why doesn’t it hurt when our nails grow?” no doubt that was the most dumbest question I had ever been asked but she had a point. It’s when people start asking questions we start listening and thinking.
Hoping to learn a lot in life. Have a long way to go.
                                                                                         Samanah. Rizvi
                                                                                        9th July,2013
                                                                                         13:06 p.m



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