the great average indian's dream

All the entrances are over (atleast for this month!). Phew, what a relief... but wait before you can shove your books aside and get your party hat on, you suddenly realize that there's an envelope with your name on it waiting for you in the mailbox. So you drop the idea of a party and open the snow-white envelope. Inside is a letter that goes.." Dear candidate, based on your performance... we are happy to inform that your name has been shortlisted... the couselling will ne held on..." You heave a sigh of relief and make it to the counselling session only to find money-hungry officials asking you to pay through your nose if you want the seat of your choice... but most importantly... they're willing to give you a seat in a branch thats already full... IF YOU CAN PAY. Thats when you haughtily say to yourself 'Ha! for my brains' worth, I needn't BUY my seat! Hmph!' After your recent disillusionment you solemnly swear to study well for the next entrance exam, only to find yourself lying down on your favourite corner of the couch watching amateur poker players making big bucks!
Then comes along, an entrance exam that you've done really well in... but what the devil.. your 'really well' isn't enough... you end up with a rank thats not too bad... and thats the whole problem. All around you, you see that the guys who haven't done all that well in these medeley of entrances have 'BOUGHT' their seats... and all those who've done whoppingly well have royally claimed their coveted institutions, and you're left staggering for a foothold when the whole earth splits into two... with the geeks on the one side and the seat 'buyers' on the other... and your right in the middle... gaping down at that dark crevice opening up like an evil monster's mouth that will soon swallow you to your fate... you wake up to find your pillow wet with sweat... a glass of water should help...