The people here drink copious amounts of green tea. They also take deep breaths that are audible even from a distance. They put up motivational sticky notes on their soft-boards. “Don’t take your eyes of your goal” or “When the going gets tough, the tough get going.” Their more religious brethren have some compelling messages written – Jesus loves you.
One girl here has a poster that says – When there is no light, He will lead you. She seems rather lost most of the time. Light or no light.
Everyone talks about how stressed they are. They cite peptic ulcers and migraines. They boast about how they were up all night because of an acid reflux. They stay in late, typing away furiously at their laptops. If offered food, they decline. Some of them open up a fancy little purse full of medicines they’re supposed to take. “It’s the stress, boss” They say, popping colourful pills and gulping purified water.
They speak the same language. They constantly need someone to ‘do the needful’ or ‘revert back ASAP’. They’re rather polite with their warm regards in all emails. They smile constipated smiles at each other in the elevator and ask questions about their well being. That usually entails queries about the stock market and the existing gold prices. They punch at their blackberries, beads of sweat forming on their shiny little heads. They have places to be and people to meet. They make obligatory phone calls to their families and say “I have been in and out of meetings.” They hang up without waiting to hear the other person finish because they could be using that extra minute to save the world.
On their birthdays, they thank everyone for the wishes in a strangely apologetic fashion. No one knows what they are sorry about. They order “some snacks for everyone” and then insist that everyone eat. This they do with a vengeance; they are gracious hosts after all.
On one such birthday, the team pooled in and got the man a pair of expensive cuff links. He declined. “I have everything I want. A good family and happy children. What else could I ask for?”
About 5 hours later, he was fuming when he wasn’t given a company sponsored i-pad. He claimed he really wanted it.
Then after the sun has set and the economy has been altered by their efforts, they get into their cars and head home for another sleepless night full of acidity.
One girl here has a poster that says – When there is no light, He will lead you. She seems rather lost most of the time. Light or no light.
Everyone talks about how stressed they are. They cite peptic ulcers and migraines. They boast about how they were up all night because of an acid reflux. They stay in late, typing away furiously at their laptops. If offered food, they decline. Some of them open up a fancy little purse full of medicines they’re supposed to take. “It’s the stress, boss” They say, popping colourful pills and gulping purified water.
They speak the same language. They constantly need someone to ‘do the needful’ or ‘revert back ASAP’. They’re rather polite with their warm regards in all emails. They smile constipated smiles at each other in the elevator and ask questions about their well being. That usually entails queries about the stock market and the existing gold prices. They punch at their blackberries, beads of sweat forming on their shiny little heads. They have places to be and people to meet. They make obligatory phone calls to their families and say “I have been in and out of meetings.” They hang up without waiting to hear the other person finish because they could be using that extra minute to save the world.
On their birthdays, they thank everyone for the wishes in a strangely apologetic fashion. No one knows what they are sorry about. They order “some snacks for everyone” and then insist that everyone eat. This they do with a vengeance; they are gracious hosts after all.
On one such birthday, the team pooled in and got the man a pair of expensive cuff links. He declined. “I have everything I want. A good family and happy children. What else could I ask for?”
About 5 hours later, he was fuming when he wasn’t given a company sponsored i-pad. He claimed he really wanted it.
Then after the sun has set and the economy has been altered by their efforts, they get into their cars and head home for another sleepless night full of acidity.
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