So, here i am in the midst of the dead night listening to soulful instrumental of 'Hum Tum'. Dumbo has gone home and so even coffees have become tasteless as a result. An occasional visit to Cheddi's is all that has kept me alive here. The situation becomes even more horrendous on days when a twinkling sound keeps emerging from the pocket pointing that only a few coins are left indicating that the recession has not subsided yet and a possible bankruptcy is not too far away! ATM hardly helps in Bengal as either the machine is out of order or if it is working, then it usually is short of money. In my case, the reason was something else. (Hum Tum is so good a song! Lets hear one more time.) There was this strike of Bankers which resulted in closure of all the four ATMs that day.
But how on earth can you make your tummy understand this? So, the result was that hunger was taking its toll and i was about to faint. I could well make out how bankers who lost their jobs in recession would have felt. But Kharagpur bankers are so -called leftist who hardly know who Karl Marx was! They do not believe in recession. Rather they believe in strike as it is the only thing which keeps Bengal in national news in an otherwise backward and poor state. Such bankers are sarkari bankers so doing work is against their principles. So, I left all hope.
By evening, i was about to faint when suddenly i heard sound of some coins. I quickly opened the drawer and found that its base was full of coins. i started counting and to my surprise the amount exceeded fifty bucks! The habit of putting extra coins into drawer saved my life and i quickly ran to Cheddi's to have a tinku. Recession coupled with strike almost starved me but as they say, there always exists a chance to get over odds.
