Internship at Terminal Ballistics Research Laboratory (TBRL) , Village Ramgarh, Haryana
May 6, 2012
Yesterday I reached this reverend place, Chandigarh. After a lot of calculations in my mind and tons of waiting hours, the destination has been finally reached. I am here with my mom, dad and my internmate Manish Anand. The place is hot and dry, situated in the remotest place possible. I have been able to view the boundary walls only for today but I hope to explore more tomorrow.
Twenty days have passed since I fractured my left foot. All this time I was busy in playing games and writing the end sem exams but now a whole new scenario has emerged. “The foot must be getting good, get some rest and you will be fine” these were the lines of Dr. Samir Siddiq ( Ortheopadics Specialist ), which I believed whole heartedly but the present status of my foot pain tells me otherwise.
Me and some of my pals have been selected for internship at TBRL, one of the defence laboratories of India, considered to be institution of national importance. The lucky people are – Manish Anand, Lalit Aggarwal, Ankush Kumar, Jyotiraj Thakuria and Harshpreet Singh. Jyotiraj backed out at the last moment and went to guwahati for the internship. He had valid reasons for the switch; it is his hometown. The rest of the pack is required to complete 50 working days internship at TBRL. Now I must say 50 working days converts to 70 normal days ( Saturday and Sunday are free days ), which means a toil of a little over two months. The official reporting date is May 7, 2012 i.e. tomorrow.
I was thinking all the time that my leg would get well till the startup date but the reality is not meant for faint hearted. Its definitely better than earlier but gives me creeps while walking. Still, I am determined to make this internship a success by pulling up all the green will I have. The stake is too high for me to back off. Money estimates has put the expenditures to about 10000 INR per month. The travel will take almost 2 hours each day and you have to also live in a very congested house with three beds and no room to move in, thanks to mr. lalit (internmate) and the esteemed landlord mr. avinash garg. The present address of stay is house no.- 136, NAC Area, Moneymajra,Chandigarh.
This city is quite costly with respect to the IIT Ropar standards that I have been molded into for the past three years. A good thing about the place is the tiffin system operating here, 3 time meals right at your doorstep; what else do you want? I had my own doubts about the food but the lunch eased those thoughts of mine and after all this hoop and holla, I was finally feeling happy about something. The room has been bought to life with the efforts of my mom and dad, all neat and clean, goods stored at their right places and certain essential protocols formed for the conduct of me and my roomie in the future.
An auto was fixed for making daily trips to TBRL and then we went to visit the actual site.
15 km is a negligible distance when you hear about it from someone but when you are traveling the route two times a day daily, the gravity of the situation emerges out. The auto passed through many corners and circles and reached the boundary of NAC (non-affiliated chandigarh). It’s a strange name to think of, just like the boundary reigon between India- Pakistan, this territory was also controversial in ownership. Now, the chandigarh reigon was well- developed with a host of buildings. One of them, the Shalimar mall was a distinguishable feature on the route. After passing the boundary we were in haryana marked by several posters of the Hudda Government. The place was called Ramgarh, home of TBRL. It’s a village and marked by fallow land lying unused, waste-dumping sites and a dried up river. Industrialization didn’t reached this part of the map, the tail has been cut-off at NAC.
The place was isolated and fit for defence establishments. The reigon also houses Tibetian Border Secuirity Force, the roadside view shows young men performing various drills like climbing ropes, running and even martial arts. Passing this point there was Tribune Vihar, a residential area and finally comes up a TBRL sign board followed by the main gate. The place was huge and from the records it spreads over 5500 square kms. The reception at the main gate was not very warm. “Intern trainees to report tomorrow, you can’t enter today. No accommodation or bus facility available for trainees.” I was a bit cranked at this point but the advice of seniors “You can’t expect any help from the government organizations like DRDO, you have to work on your own there.” calmed me down. We made an inquiry about any accommodation available nearby as the 15 km ride will be heavy on our time and pockets. The guard was clueless about any spot but showed us an advertisement on the newspaper regarding a PG in Panchkula. We left TBRL for the first time, without even entering inside but with a question in mind,”What’s that white chimney like thing ?”, a tall and wide cylindrical structure stood near the secuirity department of TBRL. Even the guards were clueless about the structure.
The search started, after half an hour of phone calls we got something. The landlord came and showed us the way to the spot. The place was spacious enough for five students but the back side of the coin was the location of the house, inspite of being close to TBRL there were secuirity considerations in the house. Nevertheless, rather than spending two months in a kabutar kahana, its better to deal with some secuirity issues but my roomie thinks otherwise. Even with comparable prices we could not move because the landlord was paid in advance and was not willing to let us go before the end of the month. Hence, I was stuck in manimajra. The rooms not that bad, we got a TV, Fridge, Washing machine and a desert cooler.
Time passed by and the dinner tiffin arrived on time. Opening my crepe bandage and feeling the surge of blood flow through the veins of my foot, I enjoyed my dinner. New challenges await tomorrow, my first official visit to TBRL Chandigarh.