So, what is it worth to you?

Ranvijay was a typical rich, spoilt brat. Hated his parents for not understanding him or spending more time with him. He loved their money.

9:45p.m. He had to get to the pub by 10. All his "friends" must be waiting, "let those vultures wait", he thought. The party was typical, booze, girls, music, cocaine. Rajiv, the bartender that night was thanking his stars. Ranvijay was an exceptionally good tipper. He, needed the money as he did thisjob to pay for his college. A degree in hotel management, this job gave him the money and the experience too.

2:00 a.m. - The party was over, Ranvijay was very generous tonite. Time to get back to the hostel. It was raining very heavily. "Damn, the monsoon", thought Rajiv.Usually, he would have taken an auto to his hostel, but today he could afford a bit of luxury. He spotted a cab parked at the end of the road and got in. Rajiv gave the cabbie his destination, and off they went Rajiv, content with the day's work and pay. The cabbie was a typical one from U.P. His name was Ranjit singh. Ranjit in his mid 40s was happy to get a passenger at this time of the night in this weather. He was about to head back to hi chawl, when this kid climbed in with a grin on his face. Must have been lucky today, one way or the other. Rajiv paid the cabbie, 75/- more than he would have paid the auto wallah, but what the hell. The cabbie was happy to take a passenger at this time of the night, since the kid's hostel was on the way to Ranjit's chawl.

6:00 a.m. Ranjit woke up and saw his son Deepak, sleeping peacefully. Deepak was a good student. He had been asking his father for 50/- to buy a few books. Yesterday night had been a good one for Ranjit. The passengers had been generous to him. He slipped the 50/- note under Deepaks pillow.

8:00 a.m. Deepak opened his eyes. He would have been late for college, had he not been expelled. He, had not been attending the classes for quite some time now. Since he had met Rekha. He was in love. Rekha, was in trouble however. She worked as a secretary, to Mr Sanghvi. That bastard had been taking advantage of Rekha being desperate for a job. She had tol Deepak about it and he was going to do something about it.

1:00 p.m The ragpicker was where he always was. Near a dumpster, looking for something. He needed something to cover his hut now that it was raining everyday. Deepak saw him and talked to him about a deal.

9:00 p.m. Mr Sanghvi came out of his office, his car somehow refused to start. He sent the driver to get some help. The office building was unusually vacant today. A begger was knocking on the window of Sanghvi's Merc. He rolled down the window to scream at the good for nothing bastartd. Soon, he felt something sharp lodged in his neck and he could not breath. Sanghvi died in his black Merc trying to get some air in his lungs. It was worth the 50/- that the college loafer had given him. "I'll be able to cover my home, this monsoon" thought the ragpicker.

9:45 p.m: The phone rang as he was about to leave. It was the police. Somebody had killed his father. "No party tonight"thought Ranvijay

10:00 p.m: Ranvijay did not turn up today, Rajiv will have to take an auto back to the hostel today