An educated aam aadmi ....Part1

I remember the day when i lost my first job..
Its was start of Jan,09 ,a chilly time in Allahabad,though few rounds of occasional health drinks(marketed by the name of McDowell No1 rum) and a heater in my 12by7 hostel room obviated any climatic adversities .
Those days recession was in its worst phase .Sensex had already lost it senses.Some guy who headed a big company(ironically whose english meaning is "truth") pleaded guilty for "lying" about the companys' revenue.Some "brothers" of Lehmann family got broke and companies were firing people in numbers that can only be compared to number of products the Bacchan Trio(Baap beta aur bahu) advertise for.
There were no jobs in the market whatsoever(except the hoax "client of Fortune 500" ones which were just made up by the naukri's and mosters') Anyhow lets get back to the story...
So it was on 16 Jan,i have already had my dinner and was enjoying a chitchat with p@ks(a very good friend who always has some engaging story to tell)when i logged on my email account to find "regarding joining"
and a click later i was apprised with "will like to deffer the joining till next year".I read the mail a number of times the letters didn't budge .Then i went on to consult a few cigarettes and in clouds of smoke, fast forwarded to the times ahead which promised to be horrifying enough to send chills down my spine(and it had nothing to do with the weather mind u).Leaving the college without a job!!Later i gave myself a boost which i generally do (and most of the people find me obnoxious for that)thinking "chaloo beyy...itney chu(beep) ki job lag gyi hai to mere ko to bahut kuch aata hai kahin na kahin to nikaal hi loonga".
I tried to stabilize a bit by taking myself to the gate,a place about 1 km from our hostel which promises 24 hr-tea and sutta service.
It was already 2 in the morning and only few metres away from the hostel i could feel the chilly wind piercing through the thick armour of warm clothing that i have trapped myself in.I reached there in few minutes only to find chotu(usual designation for children working in shops) sitting there near the stove.I ordered "chotu ek special aur ek gold flake dena"
he replied"eespecial nahi hai sir banata hoon"
Then i went on to sit on the wooden bench which gets very cold at night and one has to take an instantaneous decision on whether he wants to give his bottom the sudden gush of cold .
I found a person in his early forties sitting there.He had blank eyes,uncombed blackish white hair,and a thin empty face with a withered skin .Overall he appeared to me as leftover of the recession hit global economy.We shared a look and then i sat there looking on the road crowded by rocketing trucks.Few minutes later he croaks
"Aaj thandi bahut hai sir"
Usual north Indian style to start conversation...either weather or Mayawati...


DEC17,09 10:10 p.m. Real time
Got to go....will continue very soon....