A page from an Unemployed's Dairy

Happy Days Happy Days Happy Days....song over heard from my front seat, a girl who was playing it in her iPad,(she had all the accessories a girl can wear bought from Koti, which looks like branded) flashed memories of my college days,a A group known for its notorious activities,at the same time a group who was also known for organising various events,front runners for all the committees for all the college activities, a fair, a college day celebration or for the inaugural ceremony of the new comp lab, we were the group who used to organise right from the invitation card to the paper plates for snacks to the audience.....a period where we were pampered at home,enjoyed parties for every simple reason(exam results party, new bike party, new dress party, and new mobile, a party) ranging from a samosa from chotus shop to the Dhaba or a dinner at restaurant followed with a movie, spending hundreds of pocket money granted by mom, dad brother and elder sister on a Karizma Bike(gifted by dad on birthday) which is fuelled by growing petrol prices(does not make a diff, as my loving caring elder brother always get the tank full)...getting ragged to ragging juniors,a matured mix group of boys and girls(far away from a thinking that a group cannot have both species) counting days to complete the last days of students life, aspiring jobs in the multi-stored glass buildings, dream of every student......always felt happy that few more days and I would be able to shoulder my parents in financial responsibilities, pepped up by relatives calling me a genius, friends stating that a job would be a cake walk, dreaming myself neatly dressed working in a cubicle on a HP laptop, A speed breaker brought me back to the reality, where I was heading to Hi-tech city for an interview,and started praying that bus reaches cross roads before conductor comes, at least can save 7 rupees.......sheer bad luck, have to exchange few coins for a ticket, which will be of no use in few more mins....... Getting down at the signal and thinking of the campus interviews which never materialised for me, where I wore formal dress for the first time, the feeling was similar to a feeling of first day in the job......disappointed that I was not selected, then compromised myself thinking that those companies were not paying good amount and were not great companies.....followed by packing my dresses and moving to Hyd thinking that, Job search would be easy.....never thought that am leaving a whole world behind and entering into a new world of miseries, where morning hungriness is mother, the scorching sun is father and long distances, are brothers...... Every day meeting a friend, a common friend asking( requesting, pleading)him/her for referral in their company,searching job portals, filling in multiple forms and calls by relatives asking questions, for which I never had definitive answers It’s the questions. “Do you have a job yet?” “How’s the job hunt going?” “Anything new on the jobfront?” And finding solace with friends who only used to ask"Saale Kuch Khaya", da one who never ask questions about job neither discusses about their job, only to ensure that I don't feel bad.....one who always encourages and refers all contacts stating that " Yaar ek mera khaas Dost hain, uski halat dekhi nahi Jaati....Kuch ho to batana" Tired with the search, while returning always Seeing “Help Wanted” jobs at retail stores and wondering how much more it would pay than unemployment...... Unemployment is not a disability but lack of an opportunity.....awaiting for the sweet voice" You have been shortlisted....could you........