July’
2002,
Downtown, Manhattan Borough (NY City), NY.
It was 6’o clock in the morning. Bonny and Couthy inside the rooms, Aryan could only hear the sounds of chirping birds perched on the bough in the garden. He went out into the veranda, and had happened to see scads of plants and saplings; the house was hemmed in by the greenery. A table encircled by four chairs arranged in order were seen in the patio. There was a way outstretched from the bedroom balcony into the patio giving access to the table and chairs. On to the right along the pathway, there is a swing two-hundred meters away and three-hundred meters to the left, there was a Grecian lazy-L swimming pool. As Aryan stood in the veranda gazing at the turf he was interrupted as he heard a voice fast approaching. He turned in the direction of sound of voice to see Jenny trudging towards him. “How’s the guest house?” he asked Jenny resting his both hands on his waist looking into the clear sky.
“I have no words”, Jenny replied, “completely different from the city life, an awesome stay out”.
“Yes it is. This is a special place to Nemo, he took a great deal before he designed this place for his repose. It’s all his brain work that panned out in the construction of a supreme house. He comes here every now and then to take rest whenever he feels like to have a break from the company aches and busy ambience”
“You are lucky to have him”, he buffed on Aryan’s chest, “oh yes. Sure I am,” he replied instantly. “Okay, we should be leaving to the industry by 09:00 hrs. We have to meet the automation head. It’s apparently one and half miles or so from here, and we will have to grab a bicycle. That’s how we take a delight and pleasure in the nature riding down the way to the company. I already feel exotic, you feel me?” he asked. Jenny smiled and they both wend their way back into the bedroom.
“Why is the industry established here in this area”, Jenny asked as they walked, “Manufacturing industries are usually established in the city outskirts, reasons are many maybe pollution, barren area, cheap prices for land likewise. Our industry is in the outer border of the city although the entrance gate is opened into the city. It’s an interesting view from a bird’s eye, that’s why we are here in midst of these dense trees” Aryan made it obvious to him.
“Good morning, Welcome Aryan,” an associate received the young men with a genuine smile, “didn’t expect millionaires to ride bikes”, he commented.
“Good morning,” Aryan smiled back and replied, “Cars can never be bikes dear friend, and ain’t a millionaire,”
The associate agreed and widened his cheeks to smile heart fully out, “Please make yourself comfortable, the head is on his way,” he said and took leave.
Aryan engaged himself reading The Times while Jenny embarked on studying the room to kill time. The head was sternly punctual and it saved the guys from waiting longer than usual. “Hello Aryan! I am Justin Amell, head of the automation department”, a tall guy in the age group of half of forty to early thirty with a height ostensibly six foot appeared in neatly dressed grey pinstripe suit jacket with a notch lapel and centre vent. There should be a six-pack in there Jenny was in soliloquy, girls would go aww looking at the physique. The man has got backcombed classy hairstyle and a trimmed long stubble beard. His face was longer than wide with the jaws narrower than the cheekbones making himself look like an absolute professional on his part. He introduced himself and continued, “It’s a great pleasure meeting a youngster like you. I have heard a lot good things about you, Aryan”.
“Pleasure is all mine, Mr. Justin”, Aryan sent out the positive vibes “I am excited to work with you. My mama kept telling me lately, how impeccable your research activities are here at JAPMI. Making the industry raise the bar in its standards”
“I am delighted to have it to hear as you say”, he continued, “I am looking forward to work with you as well”
They talked for a while. Justin tattled bunch of his stories from childhood. Aryan understood him as a whip-smart individual diligent in his vocation preserved in dignity and integrity, as Justin described him from early adolescence to mid young adulthood. One utterance which pleased Aryan the most was when he said, “I have done my Under Graduation from U. of Berkely and a Masters graduate from Stanford”. Aryan intervened him almost instantly, “that’s fantastic,” he paused, “Mr. Justin Amell, your alma mater can implicilty say a lot more than anything to be said explicitly”, he said and Jenny added, “Truth is, a few minutes ago I was wondering, how a man at your age has earned a head position. Now I get it clarified, vividly” he continued, “we are really excited to get trained under your supervision”
“Fair enough. Let’s get started with the piece of business. Would you like to tell me why you may want to have this training?” he asked.
Aryan replied, “We both are planning to design a car for the SAE competition. We haven’t got any team yet but I am confident that we will be acquiring solid support from the university. It has commendable statistics. We just wanted to learn the basics, may be for a month from now and eventually by the start of the junior year we will push ourselves to work in materializing the competencies from the training. That’s our plan for now”
Justin never let the smile go away on his visage, “If you have ordered a sports car to be ready for your competition. Our engineers would have worked on it for a month and you’ll have it delivered with no effort from your side. Despite your affluent authorities the passion you carry towards your domain demonstrates your accrued interest in learning from the scratch. It shows what an individual you are. Great of you Aryan, I am happy to see you as who you are”, he said. “Thank you so much for your kind words Justin. It’s so modest of you to say” Aryan replied.
Flapping his suit jacket, “When do you think we should start?” Justin enquired and buttoned it up.
Before Aryan has voiced out Jenny finished answering the question, “Tomorrow 09:00 hrs, sharp. We would like to hang in here, inside the industry for today to acclimate ourselves with the ambience”.
“Sounds right! Jenny” Justin widened his lips, “you guys carry on”, he shook his hands with the young men, “my assistant will walk you through hereafter. I will be available for couple of more hours at the office just in case if you need me” he said and left the chamber dialling a number on his cell phone.
Power and Pelf 