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The Indian dreamz: Winner among rats

It’s the March of 2007, the results are out and Rat is extremely happy. He’s got admit in a prestigious MBA institute of the country. His parents are happier for their only son,and the only capable person on this planet, has lived up to their expectations and possibly image in the society. Now the mommy can cow the aunty next door for millennia at ends and possibly fish out few girls for the holy “arranged” matrimony of his Excellency. The dad has his moustache handlebar’ed’ or may be imperial’ed’ for the occasion. There are celebrations all around and congratulatory calls are all but stopping. Rat has resigned from the job and the position he held for the last two years after clearing the first milestone of his life, engineering. The job was well paying, but the B-school rankings published by various media houses were even more attractive. Grass is always greener on the other side of the fence they say and here it was absolutely true.

The Indian economy was booming, thanks to the ever burgeoning services sector, and the jobs were available by the tonne. Just walk in and join, and if you are an MBA, the truck loads of cash is just what the doctors ordered. The “average” salaries of B-schools were experiencing a tsunami and the “highest” was much in demand. Three months passed by and Rat arrived at the institute to rub shoulders with to be “who’s who” of the industry and make it big in this gold rush. The global economy has started to sway and the creaks could be heard but with our prime minister of Smt. Sonia Gandhi speaking differently who would trust his/her own inner voice.

The first day is when they make you feel like a king. They tell you that how coming to this training camp you will mine gold pretty soon. In the evening the beaming alumni in their Armani tuxes address the juniors on making it big and how to slog through these two years. Rat talks to the mouse sitting next to him asking what is he vying to specialise in, “Finance”, pat comes the reply, “that is what MBA is right ?”. Rat smiles on finding his “team member”, one of the many jargons he will learn to use in each and every conversation of his during his stay here. How his balance sheet is affected and the top line of his savings vanish only time will tell, for now, its efficient and optimised use of the resources to come out with the most feasible solution to all the problems of the universe that matters. Things are hectic and Rat runs the routine to keep up with the gruel and grind that he has chosen. Teachers/Preachers come in and address the class on various topics necessary for the business leaders of tomorrow. The pre-readings, quizzes, assignments, projects, presentations and submissions are what come following. Days pass and Rat takes all this in keeping with the final goal of his. Placement day and all the seniors are placed in a jiffy. Multiple offers for the confused, a job for everyone, and the promise of MBA well delivered. The average salary had to rise and the highest was to go up. The companies fought to keep the “best” talent and the talent, the “best” offers. A perfect example for supply demand mismatch. Rat sees all this and is happy. One year down the line this will be him refusing job offers.

The economic scenario is changing for the worse but some Oxford and Harvard educated economists still feel that the heavily dependent India is still insulated. Anyways, now the dark clouds of time cast their shadow and Rat starts to wonder what will happen. His juniors join and the same ceremonial welcome is accorded to them. Another happy lot has arrived.

Months pass by and “Summers” for his juniors arrive and, as they are, a precursor to the placement season, watched and analysed very carefully. The heat is felt and the best colleges reporting failure in securing good offers do no good to our Rat who suddenly feels cheated. Any ways there is still time for the final placements and Sonia ji’s secretary, oh sorry, the PM or FM, leave it, says things are grim but nothing to worry. The elections are far off and there is still enough room to mess up with the economy.

Placement season approaches, in a few months course will be completed and Rat will have to vacate the “cosy” hostel. Companies come and companies go. Some take one some take two. The always happy always playing Rat tries his athletic skills in the interviews but the offers refuse him. Days turn to weeks and weeks to months (further transformation not possible for only 2 months are left, so year is not an option), Rat finally gets an offer that he “willingly” accepts. Though not elated, he is happy for he will not starve and some day things will change.

As for the mouse, he was busy with certifications and calculations all through and, as last reported, was found buried in the ruins of Lehman Brothers and the Merrill Lynch. The secretary to the party president a.k.a PM a.k.a FM was last reported heading to some place for a heart surgery and the situation was none the less unreported.

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Dear Whoever..........

Nice letter. Was published somewhere and liked it a lot. So here it is on this blog..


Dear Mr. Primeminister

I am a typical mouse from Mumbai. In the local train compartment which has capacity of 100 persons, I travel with 500 more mouse. Mouse at least squeak but we don't even do that.

Today I heard your speech. In which you said 'NO BODY WOULD BE SPARED'. I would like to remind you that fourteen years has passed since serial bomb blast in Mumbai took place. Dawood was the main conspirator. Till today he is not caught. All our bolywood actors, our builders, our Gutka king meets him but your Government can not catch him. Reason is simple; all your ministers are hand in glove with him. If any attempt is made to catch him everybody will be exposed. Your statement 'NOBODY WOULD BE SPARED' is nothing but a cruel joke on this unfortunate people of India.

Enough is enough. As such after seeing terrorist attack carried out by about a dozen young boys I realize that if same thing continues days are not away when terrorist will attack by air, destroy our nuclear reactor and there will be one more Hiroshima.

We the people are left with only one mantra. Womb to Bomb to Tomb. You promised Mumbaikar Shanghai what you have given us is Jalianwala Baug.

Today only your home minister resigned. What took you so long to kick out this joker? Only reason was that he was loyal to Gandhi family. Loyalty to Gandhi family is more important than blood of innocent people, isn't it?

I am born and bought up in Mumbai for last fifty eight years. Look at all the politician, Sharad Pawar, Chagan Bhujbal, Narayan Rane, Bal Thackray , Gopinath Munde, Raj Thackray, Vilasrao Deshmukh all are rolling in money. Vilasrao Deshmukh is one of the worst Chief minister I have seen. His only business is to increase the FSI every other day, make money and send it to Delhi so Congress can fight next election. Now the clown has found new way and will increase FSI for fisherman so they can build concrete house right on sea shore. Next time terrorist can comfortably live in those house , enjoy the beauty of sea and then attack the Mumbai at their will.

Recently I had to purchase house in Mumbai. I met about two dozen builders. Everybody wanted about 30% in black. A common person like me knows this and with all your intelligent agency & CBI you and your finance minister are not aware of it. Where all the black money goes? To the underworld isn't it? Our politicians take help of these goondas to vacate people by force. I myself was victim of it. If you have time please come to me, I will tell you everything.

If this has been land of fools, idiots then I would not have ever cared to write you this letter. Just see the tragedy, on one side we are reaching moon, people are so intelligent and on other side you politician has converted nectar into deadly poison. I am everything Hindu, Muslim, Christian, Schedule caste, OBC, Muslim OBC, Christian Schedule caste, Creamy Schedule caste only what I am not is INDIAN. You politician have raped every part of mother India by your policy of divide and rule.

Take example of former president Abdul Kalam. Such a intelligent person, such a fine human being. You politician didn't even spare him. Your party along with opposition joined the hands, because politician feels they are supreme and there is no place for good person.

Dear Mr Prime minister you are one of the most intelligent person, most learned person. Just wake up, be a real SARDAR. First and foremost expose all selfish politician. Ask Swiss bank to give name of all Indian account holder. Give reins of CBI to independent agency. Let them find wolf among us There will be political upheaval but that will better than dance of death which we are witnessing every day. Just give us ambient where we can work honestly and without fear. Let there be rule of law. Everything else will be taken care of.

Choice is yours Mr. Prime Minister. Do you want to be lead by one person or you want to lead the nation of 100 Crore people?