This is a long poem and has no rhyming scheme but if you read it in a rhythm and read it for fun, things will rhyme.

Note- What the associate of the firm says is in ‘CAPS’.

Note (further) - Something on Trademarks. Trademarks are divided into various classes. For example ‘class 1’ might deal with ‘furniture’; ‘class 2’ with ‘toys’; ‘class 3’ with ‘hotels’ etc.

AND SO THEY WROTE… It was the intern’s first day at work.

Clean shaved; he arrived at eight

And waited with a bated breath

To see what life ‘as an intern’ held.

Meanwhile he checked his formal shirt,

Formal pants and formal shoes.

‘Formal’ was an informed choice,

‘Be prepared…’ (A lawyer’s ploy).

Back when 1000 mails he did send

Querying about ‘work’, ‘stipend’, ‘dress’ and ‘time’,

Alas! No replies had come to 999,

One said ‘research’, ‘no’, ‘9-6’ and ‘formal is fine’.

[It was a new place for the intern,

In a new city he was encapsulated in.

He looked around- big buildings, dusty squalls,

And then he realised; his capsule was small].

He bade goodbye to such philosophical thoughts

And moved inside the office; “So Posh”!

And said “Good morning ma’am! I am Rohan”,

“Oh! The intern”, she replied (We are expecting your lot).

“Please come. This work station is yours”

“Be seated Rohan, till work comes”, she called.

He remained seated, and no work came

During lunch…behold! Somebody did take his name!

(Or something which sounded similar…same?)

He jumped, excited, he jumped, did not walk.

He jumped to that man, he jumped to his voice,

The voice he heard, had just called his name,

Ah! The intern (Under sun, this, his place).

“HI! I AM RANJIT, ASSOCIATE, IP DIVISION”

“WELCOME” (welcome, a little late for cohesion)

“YOU WILL WORK UNDER ME” (under my weight you’ll die)

“MAKE YOURSELF COMFORTABLE” (here! Have some chai)

Two biscuits and three pleasantries later

He was given a bundle of documents and a letter

Containing 1,2…150 trademarks to be filed

“THE WORK IS RESEARCH” (hope you won’t mind).

The intern was happy…his purpose of life

He attacked the work like: Dogs and bones, Jaggery and flies

He learnt the work through the pre loaded files

Training for puppies (coz puppies can’t fly).

Every class had a different mark…

Trademark…he noted it religiously in a copy.

“Every religion is just the same

A bundle of thoughts, a different name…”

Ah! The musings! Were troubling him again.

He concentrated on his work! The trademark work,

Working fast, concentrated and with flair (feigned)

His clean shaven (ignore dirty pimples) face

Had now bristles of black hair…”SO FINE

YOU CAN LEAVE, IT IS ALREADY NINE”.

“All right sir. Thank you. I have filled fif…”

“RIGHT…RIGHT MOHAN! I’LL SEE THAT TOM” (miffed)

“It is Rohan Sir…” (smiling)

“OH! SORRY”! (smiling, snarling).

The next day he came at nine,

A new shirt and new shoes that shone.

Clean shaven again (from the Gillette’s store),

He started on Trademarks (razor blades, class five).

‘Toys’, ‘underwear’, ‘furniture’ and ‘perfumes’

And such daily items of daily use

Formed a part of his ‘research’

A research which did contusions produce.

(Life paralysing, brain tumour causing contusions).

‘Food’, ‘milk’, ‘clothes’ and ‘toys’,

More research… (A lawyer’s ploy)

To make the intern get rid off

All that he cares, all that he enjoys.

The internship was completed, the research was done.

“NICE JOB MOHAN. HOPE YOU HAD FUN”

(The associate remarked).

“It is Rohan, Sir”. “OH! SORRY” (the second time)

(Two times, they had talked).

But he had learnt, and so he hoped

And researched ‘on various areas of law’

And so they wrote; on his certificate which said

“MOHAN SUCCESSFULLY INTERNED…”(And returned dead).

Disclaimer: Any resemblance to anyone living, dead or in between is delusionary.

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