I had an interview for a teaching position at a North campus college, bunked office, rode 23 kilometers with D, was stopped by the police, put up a rotten performence at the interview and ended the day at 3 in the morning at K's fabulous farewell party.
To begin with, I knew that I shouldnt wear my high heels and wide legged Mango pants for a DU college interview. But I still did. D came to pick me up at 10, the interview was at 11. He drove like the wind, till we were stopped by the cops when we jumped a light. We looked sheepish. They looked pleased. The cop wanted to fine D 600, but squirmed his way out and paid only 300 and we sped away again.
At the college, D waited patiently for my turn. When it did come, he chose a spot where he could watch me through the window pane and said that I spoke confidently. But the panel asked me horrible questions for which I had a few, weak and unconvincing answers.
What is "mode of production"?
What is "social formation"?
Define political economy.
What is the American presidents relationship with the Congress in a globalising world.
I was weary. I mumbled a few anwers and we left. I felt bad for D for making him stick around and waste his time.
In the meanwhile, I had a spat with Mum about the distribution of material wealth after she left Humayun: she says she took only what which belonged to her. He says that she left him with only the junk stuff.
We returned to the university by 5. He must have been exhausted.
Then I slipped into my new dress from Sarojini, which cost 150 rupees and left for Kat's party. Which was such unbelievable fun! Met Shivani, Divya and her silent boyfriend, Sinjini. Sameera and whole lot of funny girls. Divya danced like Raveena Tandon, Chandan danced, like himself. We finally slept at three. I woke up at nine and scrambled for work.
But only after soaking in the palace Kat lives in on Akbar road. Its fabulous. The sheer scale of her house.
