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He parked his bike outside a huge glass structure which resembled an upright match-box. This was where this Indian transformed into a Yankee. This was where he was a salesman to the world . He was about to say good-bye to the calmness of the night and enter the day-light of brigth flurosenct lights. When Pt.Nehru said in his famous speech a "tryst with destiny", that 'India shall awaken' and now some 60 years hence , India awakens to 'sell' and 'service' the very people who once took it as a "white-man's burden" to alleviate us poor dark skinned people. Well they did do a great job and in some ways thats what drove their great grandkids out of a job. History aside, all Mohd. Ismail aka Mike Irvin , employee no.-1418 cared was about completing his targets before the shift ended. He wanted to get that IJP for the post of an SME. Sales was never hard for this +2 pass who had never seen a management college or even heard of Philip Kotler. In some ways these "callcenter ke bache" outdid most of the MBAs, they knew how to sell and thats what made real hard cash for the big companies.
Ismail walked into the hustle and bustle outside the gates of KNS Teleserves Ltd. The guard was busy shouting at the cabbies to move their cars and let the other ones come in. The greatest job puller for the call centers were these cabs which picked and dropped thousands of tele-callers to their homes.
"Hey Mike!!" , came a shout from a long haired guy who looked like a girl if it wasnt for his pencil thin french beard. "Oi Chutiye , kaisa hai tu" , Mike replied . "Bhenke.. gaali toh mat de" replied the long haired guy. "Ro mat Keith", Mike said teasingly. Keith was the alias of Mr.Krishna Kumar Yadav, MA(hindi) from Patna University. Keith was in many terms still the average Bihari babu , but he had acquired a unique mix of Brit-Bhojpuri accent which didnt go well with many Indians but the Scottish could understand him as if he was their "kilt buddy".