Psmith's Silicon Valley, or The Quest for a Timely Loo Break

Bangalore's IT cityscape, a landscape of clattering keyboards and adrenaline-driven coders, had perhaps never before hosted a gentleman of Rupert Psmith’s stature (the 'P' is silent, as in psoriasis). Previously known for his escapades unrelated to HTML or C++, here he was, ensnared in the web (pun intended) of Bangalore's tech.

“Comrade,” Psmith declared to Archie, "This code-centric universe of Bangalore is nothing short of exhausting! For a paltry sum of 1000 dollars USD, and if Mr. Narayanmurthy's theories are to be entertained, one must enslave oneself to the computer for no less than a 70-hour week."

Archie, attempting to decipher the swanky coffee machine amidst Psmith's coding books, looked bemused. "That sounds ghastly!"

"It's far from ideal," Psmith sighed. "Between coding marathons and tackling the infamous traffic, one scarcely has time for life's basics. One can hardly munch on a samosa, much less attend to nature's more pressing calls in the morn."

Archie raised an eyebrow. "The loo issue?"

Psmith nodded gravely. "Precisely."

Just then, a dishevelled Bertie Wooster burst in. "I say, Psmith! Navigating Bangalore’s streets is like solving one of Jeeves' infernal puzzles. It took over two hours in his broken-down Wagon R!"

Psmith shook his head sympathetically. "Ah, Bangalore – where every journey is an odyssey, every pothole a potential sinkhole, and every traffic jam a test of one's sanity."

Following Bertie, Jeeves made a dignified entry. "Indeed, Mr. Psmith. Bangalore's roads are, as you say, challenging. This necessitated my endeavour into the ride-sharing business."

Bertie looked confused. "You're an Uber driver now, Jeeves?"

Jeeves cleared his throat. "Indeed, sir. And moreover, I am developing an app, 'JeevesRide'. The goal? Providing a touch of civility amidst the chaos."

Archie smirked. "All this, while coders earn peanuts, but companies want global glory?"

Jeeves smiled thinly. "You hit the nail on the head, sir. Global acclaim, local expenditure."

Bertie piped up, "But Infosys is big, isn't it?"

Psmith chuckled, "Oh, they're gigantic, Bertie. And with a business model of penny-pinching salaries contrasted against gargantuan profits, why wouldn’t they be? Ah, the sheer audacity!"

As the evening wore on, they delved into the idiosyncrasies of Bangalore’s IT sector. But, as midnight approached, a stark realization loomed.

Psmith groaned, "In our debates on exploitation, traffic, and Jeeves' entrepreneurial pursuits, we've overlooked the night shift! Another jewel in the IT crown."

Bertie moaned, "Night shift? But what about supper?"

Psmith, ever dramatic, intoned, "In this world, Bertie, one codes while others dream. However, there's always the morning’s promise - a tantalizing samosa and, if the cosmos is kind, a timely loo break."

And with a wink, he concluded, "For amidst this digital whirlwind, there’s always room for some Wodehousean wit."