The story so far...

Intrepid super hero Ford Prefect is cruising along on the edge of the time space continuum, when he suddenly finds himself in a strange alien land. Set amidst beautiful landscape, spectacular architecture and well manicured lawns, the place is crawling with creatures nothing of the likes Ford had seen before. The concept of sleep is lost on these folks. They speak a strange dialect of English. Ford is having trouble understanding words like chillax, waassaap, RGgiri and ‘Sustainable Competitive Advantage’. He’s flabbergasted at the sight of a strange ritual wherein these people toss their brethren into chilling waters at midnight. Must be some sort of soul cleansing he deduces.
In the last 5 months , Ford has been trying hard to fit in… with little success… His love for logic and rationality are not very well received. Our hero has fought battles with strange creepy aliens across the galaxy and always come out on top. His charm has worked on species which haven’t even been classified by biologists… But none of his super powers are working anymore. The masters of this place also known as ‘Profs’ have been subjecting him to hours of torture and brainwash everyday. Ford suspects they are trying to assimilate him into their collective Borg. Ford also suspects that in spite of all his resistance, they are succeeding in their evil designs.. For he is no longer capable of holding a normal conversation without uttering things like ‘First Mover Advantage’ or ‘Negative Externalities’… But his troubles are not just limited to loss of communication skills… Ford has just found out that the high priests are disappointed with the slow speed of his assimilation and have decided to subject him to the ultimate torture. With a deadly mix of illogical grading, Faffy courses and MO assignments, they are sure he will loose all sense of self and purpose…
‘Ford Prefect The Perfect’ has survived the menace of Total Perspective Vortex… He has been funneled twice and yet he manages to retain his sanity (well almost)…He looks at his grades and smiles bravely, when others would probably end up in the psychiatric ward for post traumatic stress.
He fears nothing dead or alive (except for ladyfingers by sarovar.. that creeps him out and makes him run like a sissy girl)….
But can he survive this ?
Ford plans his escape… Can he get out … away from all the greed , vanity and stupidity that surrounds him ... back to a life he once knew … among friends who cared …when nights were a time to sleep and there always always was a chilled beer in the fridge…

The story continues….