Gour Nath
(Gour is a successful engineer working in one of the very ‘harems‛
he writes about! His ability to take any revered subject, strip it
off its aura and turn it on its head makes him a most interesting
conversationalist.)
Plight of IT workers in Red Light Area
Illuminated glass boxes with scantily clad sex workers in Amsterdam or las Vegas
have always piqued the curiosity of men and women around globe. What happens
behind the curtain for exchange of a few bucks is well known to everybody and
doesn‛t need an explanation. Neither do I intend to write an erotic story or a
travel memoir with these weird experiencesd of flesh trade. I want to highlight
a similar trade, which unlike curvy flesh and fragrance of wrinkled skin, has to do
with neurons and cranial nerves.
Every day at least a million IT workers leave their homes to perform belly and pole
dance in their office cubicles for client entertainment. Their employers bill billions
of dollar for their fat-ass presence in office chairs. What exactly are these elite
‘IT dancers‛ needed to do to ensure that the dollars keep coming? They write
emails, drag cross cursors in excel, take screenshots, attend meetings and take
notes on action points on improvising the next dance steps.
Still, they are doing well for themselves in the corporate harem. Their employer
sells them in bulk and the emperor does not mind their shape and size as long as
there are one or two large breasted houris onsite to lick their boots all the time.
In the harem they get regular payments, pay taxes and lead a life of self-claimed
dignity.
But this is only one side of the slave industry which is sold in chocolate-coating
cost-to-company (C2C) packages with health insurance benefits and paid time-offs.
The plight of another million workers outside the 22 feet harem enclosure wall is
never explored. These workers put on dark red lipstick, wear cheap quality
polyester shorts, apply boroplus on their dark skins and spend nights posing on
freelancing websites, hunting for a prospective client. Some of them change names
and pictures, and try to pass off as a British or an American. So, Muthu
Muthiasawmany is David Smith, and Madhurima Kumari is Katie Jones. You will find
at least a hundred thousand of t