Poga's Office Office

ORIS Sales, read the board outside the spacious industrial gala on 14th Cross Road, Andheri (West).

To the far right corner of the gala, a window opened and a white haired lean face stuck out. It seemed to be breathing in the fresh air. Suddenly, the face turned around for there were two of his junior team members,  Sajiv and Paresh, knocking furiously on his door.

‘Come in’ said the silver haired man. The misty glass door opened and stepped in the two youngsters. 

Sir, blurted Paresh, Bronson tells me he will come with us to close the Bumbani proposal deal. It’s so unfair sir. I built the client relationship and now Bronson wants to come along with his arm candy Brinda and prove to Poga sir that he drafted the effective proposal and Brinda delivered the solutions.

They want to take all the credit sir, added Sajiv. I want to close this deal myself!!! It was so difficult to convince the Bambanis to buy our vacuum cleaners instead of Durekas. I spent months costing the budget to their specifications, and now Bronson and Brinda want to share all the credit.

The silver haired man spoke softly - what understanding does she have about vacuum cleaners??? She used to work in a drain suction pump company earlier and Bronson believes she is a pro in understanding the works of a vacuum cleaner! Boys! I am going to put an end to all this nonsense. Let me meet Poga in a while and I will soon bring you good news. 

Meanwhile, in Bronson’s cabin, romance was in the air. If Sajiv and Paresh were at the height of frustration, Bronson and Brinda were lost in the heights of lust and passion. The levels were equally high at both ends.

Bronson had the cunningness of a fox and headed a coveted position in ORIS, that of a Managing Director, the end point of all deliveries and Brinda was akin to an opportunist, a witch and headed a team just for namesake. She had no clue as what the team was doing. "Update your task sheets yourselves and allocate work to your own self . I want you to grow and not follow orders from me as a leader" That was her welcome speech to her team. The team squirmed in their seats. Nice way of saying I don't know what to do, so do your tasks yourselves thought Guava Singh, one of the brightest talent in the team.

Premchand Ogavarty who loathed the name given by his parents, chose to be known as Poga. He was the recently inducted CEO of ORIS and had slowly but steadily kicked out a lot of the brilliant talents in ORIS and smoothly installed many of his faithful cronies from his earlier company. The only common test that all had to pass was if they remembered Premchand Ogavarty was asked to get out of his previous job? A ‘ No’ facilitated direct entry to ORIS with the most attractive perks one can possibly imagine. 

Poga fancied Bronson for being brainy but not using it to debate the futility of any of his own decisions. Poga believed in hiring people who would never raise their heads in front of him. Bronson continued this legacy below his line. Both would go to any extent to uplift their professional careers. Even at the cost of trampling on the corpses of their colleagues. 

The phone rang and interrupted the blissful moment in Bronson’s cabin...unrelentingly Bronson reached out to pick it up. Brinda pulled his hand back and continued to kiss him. She loved to move her tongue over his crooked teeth and for some reason Bronson would lose himself to the devil when she did that.  Bronson slid his hands over Brinda's arse and was surprised when he got a whack on his hand!

He woke up from his stupor! Poga was glaring at him while feasting his eyes on Brindas bare skin at the same time. With a curled stubby finger, he gestured Bronson to follow him to his cabin.

What the hell! Can’t you lock your cabin, yelled Poga. A ruffled Bronson meekly retorted – you didn’t knock sir!

I called you on your desk line...you never picked it up, you imbecile.

I was busy sir, mumbled Bronson.

Busy with whattttt???? I told you to be cautious. Her brown hair and her dimplish grins blinds you but don’t think others are blind! I had a tough time placating that ogre from business development. He was here a few moments ago, his silver air emanating electric currents. He wanted to know why you both should go to close Bambani’s final proposal meeting!

Sir, Brinda has 3 years of solid experience in suction pumps. She is the most ideal candidate in ORIS to prove to the Bambanis that we have employed the best from the industry. Her experience in suction pumps is very valuable, don’t you think so sir??? 

After all vacuum cleaners do have a suction pump at the end, don’t they?

Poga glared at his loyal follower. Brindas suction pump knowledge seemed to have worked on every malleable bone in Bronson's lanky self. Bronson was losing it. He had to stop him.

Listen, you ARE NOT going to the Bambani meeting. Let the Ogre and his team taste the flavour of success. And, between you and me, that’s the last taste they get!

What!!! I promised Brinda I will take her for her first bid win tomorrow. How can I deny her joy at the last moment?

Young boy, there are many other ways to delight a young woman. Why don’t you use some other tricks I taught you? After all, you should have made me proud by now. As your mentor, I want to bask in the glory of your deliverables at work and outside of it.

Crap, thought Bronson. The old man thinks he taught me everything.

Boss you are right, he blurted. Am going to take her to Delhi and stay at the Taj when we go for Bonsons meeting. Kindly pass the budget.

No issues Bronson. Remember we share, we learn and that’s how we earn. I will also be joining you both at the Taj. 

The color drained from Bronsons face.

By the way, continued Poga, we have to make 3 more proposals for our prospective clients. Let the Ogre and his team do the groundwork and ask them to send it to us for final approval.

And when they send, don’t give them the approval. You and Brinda take it to the client and close it between yourselves. Let the Ogre hear it after it’s closed.

Bronson’s face beamed with delight and the color came back to his face. Meanwhile Paresh and Sanjiv were delighted that Bronson and Brinda were finally off their back. 

Back in his corner, a sense of satisfaction and warmth glowed on the face surrounded by a cloud of silver hair. He was happy he could give his boys their due...