The Dogs in Human Outfits-Part Two

She gushed in and filled up the just-vacated slot: the lady announced with authority, extracted from the understood acceptance of her giggle, that the team should now dig up SKK's nude images since one corner of the site wasn't getting viewers. Some tried to groan but couldn't make it heard, and some jumped forwards to bark that they would be willing to do so. Sensing that the team was going to work quietly she returned to the borrowed system, though it was a computer she liked to call it system, only to see a message from Doggy Biswas asking why the news on small BB's operation wasn't filed. He also expected some images of the star from his heydays.

The demands were distributed and she again sat squinting her eyes browsing for displayable flesh, her Korean phone glowed. From the manner in which she answered the call it sounded like she was someone who had lived in the States for years and had picked up an accent, but it was only the beginning and what followed betrayed the rest. One call was about discussing who was going to marry who, when she would be going to the main market of Delhi to pick up some garments, what kind of gold chain she should buy for the upcoming wedding. She made it sure that the name of her company followed the end of every sentence; no doubt she was very proud of the place where she was working; it was known and she could easily be identified with it.

But the one essential thing she was aware of , or she didn't want to be aware of was the the fact she wasn't doing anything at all there, except for stealing others' works and throwing to a stupid people who grew up without asking about so many things in their world, and slouching on the success of a masked country, a mask that helped them pretend that they knew everything when they couldn't even tell how is rice cooked, and to talk about it is to lower themselves before their peers.

Now the BB story came live: the Canadian smartphone maker was to launch few applications, and the story was in the top slot with the images of the CEO. 


She was busy hunting for Bollywood and Playboy flesh and just as she was about to copy the images  another barking e-mail came from Doggy Biswas. It was already midnight and the man was still up. He barked, "Me said Big B the Bollywood star, not BB the Blackberry), and look your jackass journalism has left us behind our peers."

She sprang up and turned on her high heels and screamed in her shrill voice, "I did told you BB, who do that stupidity stuff. Come my desk, before I write e-mail boss!!"

It was the man with the received accent, he shouted from the corner, "It was me, where you draw line that it's business newspaper? I hope you aware of difference between business and tabloid. You want more, come over." Then the voice was gone.

She rushed and planted herself next to the man's cubicle and tried to bark, "You hear Sir Biswas officially say, he want Bollywood BB only, it bring good number, now we behind everyone, you understand hmm?"

The man surprisingly relentless," editor, editor, you too good to understand, me know everyone know. Doggy Biswas not always right, he super jackass, he know nothing, he do nothing but writing bad e-mails. So, you tell him I no  do Bollywood in Biz paper, ok?"

She stamped her heels hard and hardened her grip on the partition, and for a moment he thought she would cast herself over his lap and he would find his modesty compromised. But it was an irrational rage, which she had manufactured to display her authority, when tested all the flaws came falling and laid her bare. After her rage came crashing a deep humiliation possessed her and she withdrew to contemplate on what hurtful plans should be hatched to assassinate the man's character. Nothing could distract her now, and the first thing she did was to write to the doggy man saying it was the cocky man and and he showed great insubordination when he was spoken to. Now that it was reported and the doggy acknowledged she began to gloat. She wasn't over yet, then the cocky man sounded out, "editor-in-charge come, take a big big look at what you dumped, it full of mistake. Come, come quick."

She didn't like a bit of it in front of those who always cowered before her. But had to go and stand beside the man, who, without looking at her, started pointing out some parts. One headline ran " India biggy richies aeroplaned home" and another one in her favourite section it was pointed out " Sandra BMW fastest Mumbai." Then the man moved the chair and with his feet pressed against the sticky floor, and addressed ," So, how we address these issues. I screenshot taken.Imagine you somewhere in Oxford showing website to your mates and mates spotted these. Big shame, big shame"

Her painted lips quivered and the face was entirely red and she stood shrinking as though she would collapse on the floor in front of the person whom she wanted to destroy. She wasn't made of steel at all on the inside, it was just a made up look, made up to present to those around her who could decide her life. She knew she was vulnerable but at times when she was bestowed the power she couldn't relate herself to that weak character who couldn't do anything alone in life. She knew how to misuse power like other superior employees, but couldn't figure out how to use it as a means to understand people around them, perhaps it was possible for her to rely on this understanding to make the team function effectively and thus earning respect from those around them for her empathy and managerial skills. 


If you gave people like her a knife she would stab you instead of chopping vegetables or carving on wood, if you offered your service as a gentle human ,she would ask you to lick her arse, if she spotted your wound, she would come and pinch that every second only to please the sadist in her. It'd be better for the world to strip them of their ranks and pen them up among swines.