A dawn to dusk account of a young man in search of a job. This is his day of an interview in a swell Indo-British firm where, logically, he has to look his best. His only suit, a complete one, is in the laundry, and as luck would have it, all city laundries are on strike from that morning. The film is an intense search for a new suit to be borrowed from any of his friends, the loss of a good one procured that way, again a frantic search, and finally the interview-all erratic blending of fictional narrative, news reel coverage and near-cinema-verity type documentation. The film ends with a strange interview between the dejected young man and an unseen spectator who has watched him since the film started. And at last the film arrives at a moment of judgment — that of the value-world.