Even before my train had left the platform, I knew it would be a long journey. Sitting next to an oversized American I read- “Sensex reaches a new low.” In long journeys I use books and magazines to avoid the awkward silences with complete strangers. So I continued my pretence of reading India Today- “Sensex reaches a new low”.
Every time I read something like this, I die a little bit inside. When I joined my MBA in a particular year, I was forced to time the market. Some might call it luck (or rather the lack of it) and some might call it destiny but the bears have freaked up my returns (placements). But today I had someone to blame it on. The American smiled at me. To my convenience I speculated he was interested in what I was reading.
I read out aloud- “Sensex reaches a new low”
He responded jokingly- “What should I say, I am sorry”
I felt a sense of guilt for making him apologize and shifted a bit to make more room for him to spread his legs. He did. We got talking. He was a strong supporter of The Republicans (although he never voted). I enquired if he had purchased land recently. He had. Rented it out but pretended my question had nothing to do with sub-prime crisis.
And then it happened. My semi-spiritual experience. An IRTC official tried to sell him coffee. To the ordinary coffee seller, the dollar was surely worth less. But his hundred rupee note was also rejected.
The man demanded- “Change?”
I explained- “You need change”
The American needed change. He couldn’t obviously get rupee of his required denomination out of thin air. It was too late. The coffee vendor would not wait long. I guess it was too much for him to bear. Amidst the confusion, a coin fell from his pocket. His words were like poetry to me-
“Rupee has fallen”
Life in Neverwhere
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