Recession Baby

I have tried to empathize with those students who have chosen an expensive course like MBA & are having a tough time in USA, who have seen it all shattering of "The Big American Dream," jobs getting Banglored...some actually to relocate to Asia just to pay there Bill's & hefty fees

I am Baby of recession,

Baptized in fire of Depression,

My Big American dream was to make a mark on Wall Street,

Money, Power, Status & Fame,

But all was washed in a bloodbath on the Street,

The American Capitalist model had seen defeat,

It could barely stand on its feet,

Forget dream job,

Now Job is a dream,

At every point either I am overqualified,

Or out of the league,

I decide to sell Pizza at Papa Joe’s,

Baba says you MBA’s work for couple of months,

And never show,

I got no money to spend on a Rat, says Baba’s Dad,

Who runs the show ,

Thousands of dollars I have to repay,

Dorm was such a nice place to stay, 

Millions of people homeless & only cars left to stay,

To feed billions who stay abroad,

I think of getting Banglore’ed or Beijing’ed,

Only way to pay my escalating bills,

I took a flight to Bombay,

Never knew what would be my fate,

I see a strange kind of happiness in pain & struggle,

No insurance, no social security,

Just hand to mouth survival,

Still people with bright smile & Luminescence,

That would scare the broad daylight out of top Executives,

Earning millions,

What is it that the people have?

That makes them smile,

Content, self-fulfillment, satisfaction,

It took me two years to find out,

In quest of the perishable,

We tend to lose imperishable,

And end up losing both!

 Disclaimer:- 

I wish not to harm any community's or Country's sentiments, nor i wish to show any disrespect towards any community or an entity living or dead, this poem is purely imaginary & has no relation with any person living or dead.