Time wasted in canteens, near the girls college, hostel corridor, tea stalls and at D grade theatres resulted in getting a piece of paper, popularly know as The Degree, passport to inter in a world of pure slavery. Your first day of your maiden job start’s with an exploration drive with lots of eyes gazing at you as if you came there for some robbery. After some shots of embarrassment, you finally end-up in standing before the den of the devil, i mean to say the Boss.Waiting for boss call...