Dive into the shocking reality of corporate culture, where lavish parties and booze-fueled orgies are the unspoken price of success. This cautionary tale reveals how a young couple’s lives spiraled into chaos, as they sacrificed their morals and dignity to survive in a world of corporate slavery. A raw, unfiltered look at the dark side of corporate culture.
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My Descent into the Toxic Quagmire of Corporate Slavery
This is my story—a story I never thought I’d tell. But the guilt is eating me alive, and I need to let it out before it consumes me completely. I don’t want your suggestions or advice; I just want to share my truth. This is a cautionary tale about the dark side of corporate culture, a world where your soul is the price you pay for survival.
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The Beginning: A Fresher’s Dream Turned Nightmare
Two and a half years ago, I joined one of the biggest IT MNCs as a fresher. Coming from a lower-middle-class family in Surat, this was my golden ticket. My family was hesitant—there was a three-year bond, and I had an education loan hanging over my head. But this was the only decent offer I had, so I took it. My joining location was Kolkata, a city I knew nothing about.
From day one, I gave my 200% at work. I stayed late, worked 14-15 hours a day, and even sacrificed weekends. I thought hard work would speak for itself. But I was wrong.
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The Unspoken Rule: Social Mingling or Suffer
Soon, it became clear that hard work wasn’t enough. To stay in the good books of my team leads (TLs) and managers, I had to socialize with them after office hours and on weekends. And by socializing, I mean drinking and partying at Salt Lake’s popular discos—Barocks and Heka.
Growing up in a staunch Sanatani family, I had always stayed away from alcohol. Initially, I ignored these invitations, politely declining every time. I thought my dedication at work would be enough. But after six months, I was blindsided with a terrible review. They called me “not a team player” and extended my probation by another three months.
I was shattered. I realized I had no choice but to play along.
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Losing Myself: The Price of Survival
Slowly, I gave in. I started attending these parties, fake-smiling and fake-enjoying my way through them. It felt like I was losing a piece of my soul every time—my sanskars, my culture, everything I had been taught. But it worked. I became a darling to the management.
The quality of my work didn’t matter anymore. As long as I stayed late, buttered up the higher-ups, and “enjoyed” with them, I was a model employee.
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Marriage and the Downward Spiral
Things took a darker turn after I got married. My wife and I started getting invited to couples-only weekend getaways. At first, I thought it was innocent—just team bonding. But I was wrong.
These getaways were nothing short of booze-fueled orgies at resorts in Mandarmoni, Santiniketan, and near the Sundarbans. My newlywed wife, semi-conscious and drunk, was passed around from manager to manager. I, too, hooked up with whoever’s wife I could. It was a fever dream, a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.
When we returned to Kolkata, my wife broke down. I convinced her this was normal in high society, that we needed to do this to stay in the race. Slowly, she too lost her soul and started “enjoying” it.
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The Breaking Point: New Year’s Nightmare
The final blow came during a New Year’s getaway at a resort in Taki. On December 31st, things spiraled out of control. Everyone was drunk out of their minds. At one point, there were at least five people with my wife simultaneously. I could see her getting overwhelmed, but I was too drunk to do anything.
To make matters worse, some of my male colleagues grabbed me and had their way with me—violently. It was humiliating, degrading, and soul-crushing.
The Aftermath: Living as Corpses
It’s been a month since that night. My wife has missed her periods. I still can’t sit or walk comfortably. On the surface, we’re the same—smiling, working, pretending everything is fine. But inside, we’re two living corpses, floating through the toxic quagmire that is corporate India in 2025.
A Human Condition, Not a Regional Problem
Before anyone points fingers, let me clarify: this isn’t a Kolkata problem. My team is a mix of people from Bihar, Jharkhand, Odisha, Rajasthan, and Haryana. The few Bengalis in the team are in non-leadership roles, suffering just like me. This is a human condition, a dark side of corporate culture that has persisted for ages and now permeates the global corporate world.
My Final Words
This is my story—a cautionary tale about the dark side of corporate culture. I don’t know if I’ll ever find peace, but I hope my story serves as a warning to others. The corporate world demands more than your time and skills; it demands your soul. And once you lose it, there’s no going back.
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