Written during a meeting at the Bakhtawar Office

My boss's boss is really just a child. He goes up to others for approval. Professionally or personally. Whether it is a business decision, a doubt in sentence construction, a proposal he must make to the Chairman, a new white shirt he may have recently bought and worn to office, or even a tacky navy blue tie with tiny L&T logos splattered all over, like mud stains on a 3rd standard football player's white sports t-shirt (God knows why schools have white uniforms for PT classes).

He could be easily perceived as young-at-heart, passionate, dedicated, et el. Alas, his height gives away his insecurities, his diffidence behind the heavy facade of aggression and understanding - of knowledge as a weapon of mass control.