Corporates-3

                                                These folks enter the pantry (an area which is 1/16^th of the floor where the coffee/tea vending machines are kept along with fewer cookies to be munched) after a royal march. They grab a mug out of the lot; wash it three or four times to ensure at most cleanliness and then finally place it underneath the machine’s outlet to get the mugs filled in with their favorite drink (lemon tea, obviously as these guys are very diet conscious (I feel like putting my hands into my mouth and vomit out when I say this as I am one guy who have seen them eating pizzas like monsters) and where would their conscience go when they eat all the junkies?). They gulp the liquid taking their own time which would accompany “the talk of the town” topics, sports, cinema and fashion that raises their decibels beyond other’s temperament.

                                                Their next agenda after the tea break would be a smoke break. There will be places called “Smoking Designated Zones” inside almost all the IT parks. To everybody’s astonishment, there will always be few ladies engulfed inside these zones and that is when I understood the literal meaning of the saying, “We women are always equal to men”. The first time I saw a woman smoke, I was literally taken a back and was very panicky considering the society’s pity plight (I do not want to talk much on that, though). I learnt at a later point in time that it is quite predominant that women smoke here.

                                                After all these are done, they get to their seats back reluctantly and open their outlooks to see if they have got some new mails. They reply a few back, ignore a few, skim through a few and delete a few without even reading. By the time they do all these stuffs they would be half an hour short of their own lunch break timings. They bridge this gap skimming through all possible newspapers that exists on earth. As soon as the hour hand or the minute hand in the watch reaches their intended destinations, they start traveling on foot as a team to the nearby restaurants or their cafeterias. I tell you IT guys experiment a lot on foods. You can never see the same group of people on the same restaurants that were visited by them previously.

                                                They return to their seats after a very lengthy lunch breaks which can often go up to two or three hours. One default window that will be kept opened in almost all IT employees’ desk would be the Outlook window which reflects all the mails from their mail boxes. After done with lunch, they open this window to check if something had really come up which helps them while their time away. After a minimal time, people would gather up in the pantry to have a cup of coffee which would put an end to all their yawning. Post their coffee break they would be left with an hour or two before they call it a day. This time would be used to take any sorts of printouts, attending calls, booking tickets, checking bank balances and finally reporting or testing or developing if at all they do not have anything to do with the former list of activities.

                                                The wait for the clock to tick five times would predominantly continue right from the morning but even increases after quarter past four. As soon as the hands of the clocks get arranged in such a way that the short hand stands at five and the longer hand stands at twelve, they pack the bags in a jiffy and run towards the lifts as if they are going to catch a train that is about to depart in a minute or two. Lift being the only mode of vertical transit as average heights of the IT companies would be 8 or 9 floors; you can see a lot of cursing lips when the lifts do not come handy. Certain people in the group would believe that pressing the lift navigation buttons on the floors would help the lift travel faster and would keep pressing it umpteen times possible.

                                                Pushing and Pressing others people would manage a place inside the lift. They land at the basement parking zones and would start home on their own vehicles polluting the atmosphere as possible as they can. Those going by bus have to literally fight for their entry and egress as well off the bus. They reach homes in an hour or two depending on the day’s traffic and would be spotted at the local tiffin shops eating awfully putting their whole hand inside their mouths. Post their dinner, the day ends with their choice of drink.

                                               

                                   WHEN I WRITE THIS DO NOT TAKE ME AS THE ANTONYM OF WHAT IS MENTIONED ON ALL THE PREVIOUS POSTS,

                                    “I AM ONE IN A MILLION”, WHO IS NOT AS PROUD AS OTHERS WHEN I SAY I AM A CORPORATE OF A KIND.