The revolt

Ferozi, the Product Line Manager, the mai-baap of Kabootar Ltd Pressure Devices (KLPD)
is sitting in his office, tapping his fingers, ruminating on what crisis awaits his KLPD product line today. He chuckles to himself thinking crises are just like him, they come and they go, though they do leave an impact. He had more pressing concerns to think about, the Russian conundrum being the foremost. Ahh...Russian. He was overcome by unbridled bliss at the mere thought. Presently his reverie was broken by someone barging into his room. It was Sri Devi, and she seemed quite agitated about something.


Sri Devi: We have a situation here. The proletariat are taking on us bourgeois and us bourgeois are going to become the proletariat

Ferozi: I've no clue on what you're talking about but I dig these Russian terms. I'm enamored of all things Russians these days you see.

Sri Devi: Yeah whatever. Look we're in a tight spot here and we need you to do something about it.

Ferozi: Getting our balls squeezed again, are we?

Sri Devi: Eh?....Don't know what you're talking about. Anyway here's the thing. Its about the food being served in the canteen...

Ferozi (interrupting her midway): That one time in Band camp aka Eastern Jheeko the suppliers revolted by squeezing my balls. Too bad they don't do it like this these days

Sri Devi: Don't do what? Balls like yours?

Ferozi: No I meant revolt. So anyway what was this hassle with canteen food? Are they serving Dom Perverto instead of Chateu-D-Pretentious or worse still that horse piss called Marquis-D-PompousAss. These new age wines I tell you. No one comes close to France in terms of wines. The Russians could compete I guess. Most things from that country are awesome.

Sri Devi (now in tears): No its worse. Its the food. They're serving Indian food in the canteen now.

Ferozi: Oh yeah? Is it worse from the food that was earlier dished out.

Sri Devi (now bawling): You've no idea. Now they use just 2 litres of oil instead of 20 gallons. The amount of spices in the food has gone down just like KLPD's stocks and the cow is holy again.

Ferozi: hmm...so the problem is still no wine right?

Sri Devi: You've no idea about whats served in our canteen do you?

Ferozi: One at a time Sri Devi darling; one at a time. First let me gather what is served from my KLPD labs. The canteen can wait

Sri Devi: But aren't a member of the "Loss Propogation Team-Within the Facility" (LPT-WTF). Hence I was airing my grievance to you.

Ferozi: Geez...they pay me a king's ransom for WTFing. Thats pretty neat.

Sri Devi: Well....LPT-WTFing anyway. But we're digressing. About the food....

Ferozi: Well I prefer Russian for lunch. Quite fulfilling if you ask me. Satiates your hunger. Look I even got a T-Shirt made as tribute to Russia.

Sri Devi: It has a caption that says "What do we do now?" How is that Russian? Anyway you are hopeless. Looks like I've got to do something about the food situation. Lead a revolution maybe. Hail revolution \m/.

Ferozi: Revolt against the Indian food?...hmm...you know what; I can hire some consultants for this. I love hiring consultants.

Sri Devi: Really? I hope these guys deliver results unlike your previous consultants.

Ferozi: Oh they're the best; and ironically from India itself. Let me call them.

Hi is this Mamata Aunty's office? Hello, my name is Ferozi and I'm not a capitalist. Well technically I am, but I suck at it so much that my company Kabootar Ltd Pressure Devices (KLPD) lives up to its name. I've heard a lot about your expertise in leading revolutions. Would you like to go global?

Someone bawls outside Ferozi's office "Ferozi!!! What do we do now?"