"placements" is the topic of the season.. evrywhere u go, it follows u like a humming bee.. the more u try escaping, the more closely it follows.. morning discussion "IMI mein 40/220, MIB mein 3/40, ICFAI god knows (with d num of figures doing rounds!!) blah blah blah" .. and one thing common after all d disappointing figures.. we have managed 50% placements man 'kudos!!'.. isnt it being a sadist.. nopes.. here its about, "having an edge".. crap...
one night u sleep anticipating a shortlist.. don't get it.. next day u spend hovering over the possibility of more shortlists (which is being highly 'optimistic'!).. end of day : the disapponitment of not getting selected turns into an envy for the lucky few.. your friends turn your foes.. or "competitors" to b ethically correct.. u hate d sight of them; atleast on that day.. even their concern seems superfluous..
after thinking of all the possible reasons, including yr being "highly unlucky" to the"highly biased" shortlist, now yr mind is exhausted.. all u want is to be away frm d p-word.. head home to find solace.. can it be found??.. lets see.. an uncomfortable sleep, distressing thoughts and some nightmares.. this is what u get and d night's over.. here comes a new day.. again u hv to go to college.. god, what a pain!..
d music in your car is loud.. silence would give people a chance 2 converse.. who wants that.. so.... "loud music".. u r sitting there lost, staring out of d window purposelessly, not knowing what song's playing "so loud".. the car stops at the traffic signal.. a little fellow comes to yr window, wearing tattered clothes, walking bare foot, nose running; barely covered for a chilly delhi morning.. u ignore him.. regular beggar, u think.. but hey!!.. he's not begging.. he is shaking his head and dancing to the tune of your "loud music".. the signal turns green.. he steps back.. gives u d most beautiful smile in the world and waves u goodbye.. u wave back happily.. there's a smile on yr face.. a constant smile.. everything seems so uncomplicated.....
the rj plays the next song.. its 'bam bam bole'.. all the people in the car start singing the song in chorous.. it gets louder and louder... everyone is happy for no reason.. now nobody knows who got the shortlist and who didnt, who's placed, and who's not.. the volumes touch d roof on the line 'rat rat ke kyun tanker full'.. louder than the "loud music"................
