Cleave on...

In the corporate world, everyday, there is a new erudite bunch of Adams that joins the elite group of unfortunate men who wish God gave them breasts. As for some, their well fed upbringing at least gets them wishfully closer to this yearning; of course with some natural and hideous disorders of… ummm…you know…those…err… follicle like things and all.

But just imagine; how much simpler it would have been if both the genders were endowed with this most fascinating part of human flesh which has enslaved the creatures from Mars to its charm; to as far as time can take us back. Even from a utilitarian perspective, men would have been able to share the burden of breast feeding. Women would have come inches closer in their eternal pursuit for equality; also in terms of seeking pleasure. And above all, we would have made way for some sort of Meritocracy which seems to largely live in the Indian corporate graveyard with its tombstone reading: I never existed.

Women’s sexuality has always been a man’s grave. And there is none but the man to blame.

So all those daggers waiting to slice my neck may please go back inside their sheaths. Because neither am I questioning a woman’s ability to excel at work. I would be foolish to do that. Nor am I taking away anything from women who have climbed the corporate ladder after toiling hard, much to their merit.

But if truth be told, the plunging neck line seems to be hitting the career graphs of many a men under the belt. I would map it on a 3 dimensional graph: Lower the neck line- higher the learning curve- deeper the grave.

I pity these victims who are falling prey to the booby-trap. It’s not funny, how so many times the company of a full fledged, flesh and blood male next to a man doesn’t even stir the air between the two. But the tap of a pair of stilettos, twenty feet away, turns the air so benign as to move even the inner most nostril hair of our gentlemen to come out and take a peek.

If one saw a few men staring into their excel sheets at work place, they would immediately know that the only thing that turns those men on, is that virtual page in front of them. But even these men don’t seem to mind a version 36.26.

Truly speaking it is getting amusing at work place now; how much that little peek into the valley of desire, which all men crave for, can change. I absolutely conform to the view that it is wonderful to have a beautiful co-worker from the opposite sex. It is the best incentive to offer to a man. It is far more motivating albeit it may be little rewarding. Because men also tend to completely redefine their area of expertise and focus in beautiful company.

But they suddenly do not mind the late hours or the early morning meetings. In fact they don’t even mind forgetting the concept of a week end which otherwise is the single motivating factor for them to see through the 5 eternally long weekdays.

Now all would agree that most of the times companies take the services of ladies for tele calling. Be it banks, financial firms or marketing biggies, they all employ the same tact. Why would they do so if it did not make a difference? It is a natural reaction for most men to keep the line running if it is Ritu on the other end. But if it is Rakesh, he has had it! Even the otherwise quite chap tends to hurl a few abuses at our poor friend.

I was speaking to a friend recently and he told me that the difference between the sale figures of all the men put together vis-a-vis all the women in his organization reflected this glaring reality; much to the anguish of our men. This was simply because men in this organization could not fetch as many appointments with clients over the phone as their beautiful eves.

But the law of change applies to the law of motivation as well. And someday, we shall overcome…

As for women: Enjoy it while you get it!

P.S. the content in this article holds no intention to offend anyone.