There is that chilly nip in the air in Delhi reminding one and all that winter is nigh. The cold makes that makes morning classes near impossible to attend not that we attend those anyways but then there are other reasons such as hangover or plain carelessness, the cold that seethes with anger since the prey is in multiple layers of wool and peeps in just enough to send jitters down the spine, the same jitter that we feel when we hear that dreaded term which also happens to be in season “placements” but also the cold which brings with it that wonderful license to have a rendezvous with our dear friend who happens to be a certain Old Monk.

This winter there are other reasons to crawl back in to our shelters, an ever dipping economy which threatens to breach the north wall (placements); Fittingly most people who should have saved us have disappeared though not dead like the Starks and we have no Jon Snow in sights. While blasts ripped Patna, our respected home minister was launching the music of a film I don’t even want to remember. Ironically even in the hey days of Lalu and his noble kins we did not have any blasts but then we believed more in guns and shooting people point blank rather than plant bombs and hide like cowards. Anyways getting back to point, the only person who seemed to be doing anything was our very own Raghu Bhaiya but he too seems to be content with the fact that rupee has stabilised at 61 which is still an epic fall. Although let’s be fair there is a limit to what he can do especially when the Lannisters and Targaryens of India run amok. As the country stands still at a curve no one knows what lies ahead, thousands of graduates wait with bated breath as lesser people fight a battle turning ugly by the day to lead them with promises galore. We dont need much, is it too much to ask for a good clean economy? or may be we are too much of an idealist.

But then the weather has also brought that effervescence of diwali, the mad paranoia that grips the market somehow instills an optimism that everything will work out, there is a light at the end of tunnel however dim, so sit back and sip that old friend(monk) ‘coz this too shall pass.

As someone said “Roshni agar manjoor hai khuda ko to aandhiyon me bi chirag jalte hai“. Happy Diwali!