There is a colleague in the normal league. And a colleague from a very different league. And then, there is a colleague who looks straight, behaves crooked, ignores everyone, and pretends to be from Ivy League. His cubicle counterpart acts busy, chats crazy and keeps a watch on all arrivals and departures alongwith the Indian Premier League. And then, there’s a colleague who impresses “babes” with his knowledge of the English Premier League. He is in constant competition with... the colleague who uses cuss words religiously, while wearing an accent straight off the Martian league. Of course, there’s also the bespectacled colleague looking to strike a conversation with the Big League. He poses a townhall question from a stratospheric league; the management is impressed and include him in their league. And finally, there’s a colleague who is always in the travel league. He travels abroad, comes back, praises Whites, their skin colour, bathing frequency, Fair & Lovely, Yami Gautam, work culture and their commitment to leaving on time; all this, after arriving late, leaving even later, making his juniors wait, throwing a bait, even as they curse their career choice and fate. I also wish to be a part of such a distinguished league. God knows why I can’t start buttering? Hahaha! #TheLeagueofExtraOrdinaryMentalMen