We, Indians, are in for hard times.
Well, by no means am I an economist. Or a philosopher,
either. In fact, I am as close to being a philosopher as Viveik Oberoi is to
making a sensible film. This is to say, pretty close, like a typo-free Manish
Tewari. But joblessness can make you do things, like thinking.
The writing is on the wall-coloured
business newspapers, which double up as notebook covers, that carry with them
gory tales of bloodbath on the stock markets, of some random Government policy
going wrong, and much more, that make as much sense to hostel dwellers as the mess
food.
In fact, the writing has been there for quite some time now.
