the truth tumbles out only during
quarterly team parties;
as freely as the free alcohol mixed with feeble talks of unicorns and 2022’s 30 under 30.
The next big thing is VR-AR or something.
as the Bombay skyline devours,
regurgitating more tech parks and Pichai two-point-oh’s it swallows; whole,
gaon and gaonwaale,
spits us all out to be a part of the grand-brand-product.
I look at the nest I built, the skin I shed
in this polished, chlorinated, neat-cut-cubicle,
and think of the lure
of all access gym memberships and 24/7 open pantry,
I see I was promised the same exact thing as everybody else.
And we fell for it.
All these suited-booted-access keyed associates.
These assistants and hungry interns.
All the sellers and customer servicers.
All of us in the same booze-boat.
Nevertheless, she said, you cannot call your manager a dickbag.
Nayana is a visual artist and writer based out of Kolkata.