Sure, work 70 hours a week! Just call me when you're done
APJ Abdul Kalam Past entered the father-in-law of the prime minister of Britain, a country whose industriousness that led to the Industrial Revolution ultimately gave way to a Catholic work ethic in entities like Boris 'Parta-a-ay!' Johnson. NR Narayana Murthy, nice man and one of the seven Infosages, publicly 'requested' that 'our youngsters must say, 'This is my country.
I'd like to work 70 hours a week.' He didn't specify whether he wanted them to say it standing with hand on the heart or not.
Unlike the former president, Murthy has not ignited minds with his 'request'. Instead, he has lit a bonfire at every water-cooler corner, open-plan office, conference room meeting, and peeved Sunday column.
To back her man up, in case we are accusing him of being a slacker while shouting at the galley slaves to 'KEEP PULLING!' (no one is making the accusation, though), Mrs Murthy was vocal about hub having worked '80 to 90 hours a week, so, he doesn't know what less than that is.'
Let's give him a clue: less than 90, 80 or 70 hours is anywhere between not working at all and working 69 hours. In Murthyworld, burnouts are for toasts that need to get off butter.
But the problem with Third World countries brimming with manpower (read: people) that have started wearing First World Halloween costumes is that they think of everything in terms of 'labour' ('workers', as opposed to 'employees', self-employed or otherwise) and quantity.
