~ i am a Prostitute ~

For the enormous sale of CAT forms, IIM people should be thankful to the crooked IT managers who dwell on the blood of IT goats.

Two days here was enough to fling the Glossy picture of IT industry.If you think i am cribbing.Yes you are right.I am.
And i wish i could use the punjabi abuses with free will here and there in my blog.
Neways as a result of our motivating managers, me and my "Nymphomaniac" friend Ahuja(name changed intentionaly from Anupam Bansal) planned to start the preparation for CAT.

Weekend Group study was planned. Ahuja was supposed to come to my place in the early morning.

Playstation, coffee maker, cosmopolitan, marlboro, kingfisher were given shelter inside the almirah.So that ahuja'a 360 degree rotating eyes don't catch their reflecting lights' wavelenghts and desturb our concentration.

At last ahuja with 7.3 kgs of books and dirty smile arrived.Study started.


Ahuja: Hard Disk me kuch masala hai kya?
Me: Na.Padhle saale.IT se bahar nikalna hai isbaar.
Ahuja: Fresh mind ke baad padhai jhakaas hoti hai.Tu clip start kar, mai probability kara dunga tujhe kasam se.mere manager ki kasam.
Me:Practicals are any time better than theory.What say?
Ahuja: *Blushes*
Me: BC. Not two of us.Lets hit the GB road.

I didn't wait for his reply.I knew the answer.Btw he shook his head like a Typical man.

Ahuja stared at clouds while sipping the coffee.I am dead sure he was doing rehearsals. We gathered information for the next business transaction.We were hooked to wikipedia for hours.We cramed each and every stats and figure(Posture in this case) possible. I hope you can guess the search strings fed to wiki.

Now we were confident.

True engineers we are. Just two hours of cramming can raise an engineer from the coffin.

We had enough Gyan for the battel ahead.Now it was time to gather the artillery.
Ahuja found out a secluded chemist shop.

Chemist : What?
Ahuja: Vo..
Chemis: Kya?
Ahuj:Uncle vo..
Chemi: Size?
Ahu:"It Varies"
Chem: Dotted? Flavour? Durable?
Ah: *Fuming* *exits*

Ahuja: "Saale Subway waale bhi itni option nahi poochte yar.I swear to dog, If i had body like hayden i would have punctured his ribs and eaten his intenstines.S-O-B."

We were not able to gather the safeguards.Then we thought this is the only battle where your opponents shields make you safe.

Atlast We stepped onto the Red light Area.the Scene was mesmerising.It was nothing less than the Ram's vanwaas return to Ayodhya.

The soil softened to contain our feet.The clouds melted to let the moonlight embrace our souls.The air was still to let us hear the heart beats.
Whole of the human race seemed busy in our reception. Celestial music filled our ears.It seemed like Indra Dev's Board meeting.

With Divine mood I dont know how my holy feet entered a jumbled building at the corner.I was standing at the last step of the stairs with Ahuja behind me.
Suddenly a Fat Dark lady appeared like a ogre in front of us.

"Kon Chhahiye" - that creature.
"nythng..Bas aap nahi chahiye" - Ahuja.

We selected the subjects and entered the chambers.

The girl with me was Vaishali.I could sense a sea of difference in her and mine vigour.
She was sitting compromisingly and quietly in front of me.Her eyes had already surrendered to me.

She tried to initiate some conversation, but may be my twitchy mind had already unsettled.
My thrill was mislaid by the setting there.Not that there was something stained.But i was able to relate it with the world where i had come from.

Her eyes were enough to break down my vigour.May be they were asking for some explanations from me.May be.it seemed these few minutes were enough for her eyes to convey her saga to me.

I stood at the window to run off from the mirror i just saw.There I saw a little girl reading a book and trying to form some shapes on the sand floor with her pristine fingure.

I could not resist myself to ask Vaishali about her.
"She is Sugandi,my daughter"- She said while seeing her with caution.

I want her to become a significant being one day.Wish she carries world full of knowledge with in her and bring change in this society for good.

I was befuddled to hear such a hope from her.
"May be your world wont allow this hope to nurture." - i said in a low voice.

"Yesterday, was her school admission interview.Her mother's profession is the only thing that kept her away from the world of light".

I was feeling naked for the first time in my life.

Its not her world that keeps Sugandi away from the life that she deserves.We, our world is keeping her away.

I don't find a reason why we carry the misconception about our noble career and our noble life.
Everyone in our world is selling himself with an eye to buy someone.

If licking of your fur for money is prostitution , soul licking for money is too. Most of us carry the plastic face of gratification inspite of loathe we carry against our jobs and lives.


If I can't love what i do and can't do what i love means i am letting any one to lick my soul with an ease.And i simply need a synthetic face to carry a smile. Atleast Vaishali doesnt need such a face.
I am selling my soul for money.Isn't it? I am a prostitute if not worse.

I wish our world sheds this face and lets Sugandhi answer Mother's Profession in the admission form as "Prostitute".