Horsing around

I have nothing against Infosys and nothing against people who have made it their life's mission to be a part of the entire Infosys enigma.

For that it is! Infy now is an enigma, a shrine to all that as holy and curiously mysterious.
Like jumping off bamboo towers naked with vines tied to your ankles; it makes you an immediate somebody. Matrimonial companies love you, so do the cashiers at the local Café coffee day, assorted grand-aunties treat you with a reverence formerly reserved only for “Chetta’s in the gelf!” (I am of course assuming your grand-aunty is “mallu” )

I myself am at times a little bemused and dare I say impressed at allegory related to me by a protagonist in the “Infy” saga. I even saw the imposing black pyramid shaped glass abomination and faked awe.

I mean, it is a bit like having a 2.7 metric tonne floating pink pony in your backyard. Hell, if anybody knows what it is and what it is doing there, but they sure as hell all want a ride.
Plus you get all those people with regular backyards, who get all frustrated and as a result cynical, with the very mention of this new novelty. Though, the presence or absence of an airborne beast of burden is; in no way taking away from the merit of their own rather pleasant backyards.
It is a lovely social experiment though, it will be fun I am sure to be up on that pony and watch riders of all natures and dispositions bestride the beast filled with pride, indignation or deerskin breeches.
I personally don’t see myself fighting off competition to clamber up its monolithic buttocks, I guess I just dont like horsing around (sorry about the bad pun, kindly refrain from beating the dead horse) But thats just me.

Peace, love and Giddy-up!