Invasion Of The Body-Snatchers-I

This is a true story...well, alomost a true story...its more truer than Pamela Anderson's assets & Iraqi WMDs....It begins on a squalid day when again our protagonist X(for those who tuned in late,X is well....X) having woken up from a slumber decided getting a job will be a cool idea....he had read on his daily travels on the information highway how horny female bosses can be and salivating at the prospect he set out on this journey "Powered by lust driven by desparation"...the young boy unleashed his decision to take a job on his parents...his mom sobbed and thanked the stars that finally her son had evolved..his dad well hmmm was still sceptical...after all part-1 of our story was still caught in a time wrap....more on that later....Calling up the minions of the Slaburous Lord of planet I.I.I. (Incestous Irrelevant Insan) Association, X was informed that 5 companies will be visiting the campus....so religiously he studied and slogged and dreamed...sunny climes of Bengaluru...long-legged female bosses...driven to desparation by the nemesis called ageing....AHHHH...X floated in raptures of ecstacy...and finally the D-day arrived...the first company that came was Total Crackpot Solutions...a company whose primary business was of no concern of X....packed in a audi where the situation was worse than Abu-Gharib, X watched as a resident of Zartoola 2310 who was passed off as a female lecturing on "the verticals and horizontals of the organisation across a multi-faceted platform entrammelled with the synergetic contributions of the dexterous individuals"...and X was shattered...here was this female whose earthly origins were in doubt speaking in a language which previously he thought he was good at....nd now he doesnt understand shit...so he did wat his national cricket team had always taught him to do, he ran home to mummy....and stayed there...well, until he had to take a leak....things were forgotten in the forth-coming cyclonic weeks of submissions till the stillness of vacations decended...the phone rang...the minions informed....Cogni-who? arriving...be ready...the phone clicked off...and the night was still....