Prison

Exactly one year back we had our last exam of graduation. Everyone was in a festive mood and they were celebrating like, Babur would have celebrated after First Battle of Panipat.

The reason of their celebration was no small. After all they are now eligible to fool the people with the knowledge (or pseudo-knowledge or no-knowledge) they had learned in 4 years, from the institute in which they entered after being fooled by someone.

While some had already got placed in companies which pay its employees for playing games on computer( IT sector), others left behind contacted their bigwig relatives, influential bhaiyyas, and even  the same person who fooled them 4 years back( consultancies). All this, they did, so that at least they could get a stool to sin in front of the computer if not a cushioned revolving chair.

Amidst all this excitement and tension for future, there was a bit of emotion too in the surroundings. As the pain of separation from friends had engulfed the happiness of freedom.

But unaffected of all this, there was I, happy and waiting for another "prison term". From Yarwada(Pune) to Tihar(Delhi).............

*I will complete this post if I successfully complete my stay in "Tihar" ,and achieve for what I accepted this enslavement.