Introduction As the gates opened, there was a huge stampede.The crowds rushed forward. I was simply pushed forward, by the surging crowd. There were cries and shrieks everywhere. A motley group of company representatives tried to keep order, but clearly, they were insufficient for the onerous task. Stop I am being squashed , cried out a girl in front of me. Under any other circumstance, I would have paused to admire her figure. But the current situation was totally different. I was fighting for a job here, and trying to do so in one piece. Quantosys Inc, a reputed IT company from Bangalore had come to Delhi to recruit. They were going to have a walk-in for freshers. What they had not expected was the huge crowd that would come up. Hundreds of people, girls and boys like me, had assembled at the Tagore Public School at Pamposh Park to try their luck. The walk-in had not been announced in the newspapers, and the company was little prepared to handle such a huge number of candidates. They had only informed a few consultants, and their employees, to refer candidates. However, what with one person telling his friends and so forth, the crowd that had assembled was mammoth enough to resemble a first day first show of a popular new release at the PVR. As I moved forward, I heard the company officials announce over a microphone that they were cancelling the walk-in due to the huge number of candidates. Shit I said to myself, this is another opportunity lost. Any ways I guess I should start from the beginning, and an introduction of mine is the right way to start off.
Boss, Job and The Lady All S Me up
I am Madhav. I belong to that generation of India that had everything. We were born in free India. Our country in our living memory never faced any war, emergency or any major crisis. The closest could be the financial crisis in the early 1990s, but we were too young then. And that did prove to be a blessing in disguise. By the time we reached high school, the economy was freed up, and we had the luxury to enjoy the good things in life Pepsi, Coca Cola, .Kingfisher - both airlines and calendar. But hold it I won t say I belong to the upper crust of society.We did not have any old money to inherit from our parents, to live the rest of our lives as playboys in sheer luxury. We still had to have jobs, and our parents worried about our careers from the day we were born. Well to build a career, we required the best education. And in a place like Delhi, it doesn t come easily nor cheap . So barely had I left the cradle, I had to go through the rigors of reciting my ABCs and narrating Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars to a