The life in the ** is like a joke on Readers Digest – your family is not sharp (or) witty (or) conversant enough to understand the brunt of it. They believe their daughter or son has done a huge favor to the family by going to Onsite; so that they can jeer to pattu maami next-door about how intelligent their progeny is. Poor Moms. (I have always read and interpreted Moms as Minutes of Meeting, so poor moms indeed.)
Amidst the magic the money creates, the esteem and the rush, you can’t help but notice colleagues who can dance like Prabhu Devis, photograph better than the National Geographic Year-winners, those that can write magically and transport you to a different world Then you think, why X has not written a book, Y has not submitted his photos for magazines and Z has not danced even at your friend’s wedding….
*pyooooooooooooooooooooooom*
God appears and gives you a vision that all 3 have been slogging for 10 to 12 hours a day, freaking their selves out
Adhering to a stringent 10 to 7 mode of working makes one realize that the man who created imaginary numbers was wrong – 7 is an imaginary number too. After a lot of analysis, mental documentation and interpretation to support my realization I confirm it. Nobody notices a 7 o clock on their watches. Did Fast-track release their chrono models wiping off numbers from 7 to 9? I wonder.
They don’t leave as work demands them to stick to their Monitor like an Monitor Lizard. The miserable stringent sleuth who kept In-Time has not bothered to stay back and track the Out-Time, when Ram, Dick and Hari wipe beads of sweat from their forehead formed due to lack of Air-conditioning at non-working hours
They then leave late, only to run home at lightning speed and crawl into their beds.
Before they realize, it is morning already
And this is the 'pink' life of that neighbor girl in IT, if pattu maami should really know about it...
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