The Fukat Arena

This is the story of the souls troubled by the company named, Wife Computer Systems ltd(WCS).

So this starts in Feb 2004 when one "As If" Khan was having the time of his life in a college called GNK with his love "Sweet" Bhat. One fine afternoon, one Mr. "Nill" Warrier turns up in the college to give a presentation on what he termed as the recruitment drive for WCS. Although As If was highly apprehensive even of sitting for the presentation, finally he made the mistake of sitting for Nill's presentation. Mr. Nill laid a beautiful trap making big promises to the poor innocent souls who had no idea what was in store making a bold statement "We don't oblige you by giving you the job and you don't oblige by working for us". The simple clear of the word meant the company meant business and nothing more.

So on another fateful day, As If with his friends braved a severe pain and arrived at the venue for what was supposed to be a recruitment test. A crowd of around 2 thousand had gathered for the interviews out of which only 120 were supposed to be selected. There was a mad scramble with people standing in long queues, yelling, shouting jumping ahead of each other to give the test first. It very much seemed as if a crowd of beggars had gathered outside a temple for alms. As If decided he had too much self respect left to bear all this for a stupid job since he already had an offer letter from a BPO paying quite much more than WCS. But on persuasion of Sweet B. and other friends he persisted.In the mid of this mayhem they somehow managed to give a test which a stupid student of 10th Std could anytime clear. As If along with his GF got selected for the job which both of them were highly aprehensive of taking up but they did.

The day of 5th May is one day in life which As If would never forget, coz this was the day when he landed up for the first time in what was supposed to be the training room of WCS located in what was called as SDFVII or Sadu Dhakkan Factory. One can understand the pitiful management from the fact that the nearest toilets were 3 floors away, so if u r in hurry carry another set of clothes was the motto.

A group of 30-35 ppl or what was later termed as PPP's "Pagle Paltu Pille" had gathered in a room which had an AC which worked only at freezing temperature resulting in a sleepy audience. An old frail lanky man called Mutwani turned up with a dangerous looking madrasi lady called Bandra Remedy and informed that their session would start in sometime from now, some people tried to protest that they haven't informed home(poor little kids) But Mr Mutwani insisted that fill up forms that they won't leave the company for 3 years then only were they allowed to leave. Most of them signed the forms including As If and Sweet B. Poor souls little did they know that they were signing their death warrants by their own hands.

Since from here the story involves the other PPP's to I would like them to contribute their point of view.