14-07-2019, 08:05 AM
It’s a hard rain
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table…
Dusk was dawning on glass panes of his window, smoke rubbing its muzzle, peeping from outside , streets following like tedious argument, …every evening, it reminded him of Prufrock’s love poem, more than 12 years has gone, him occupying this cabin, but today was to be last day ,last evening,
Clock on wall reminded him, 10 minutes more, 10 minutes to move out, move out for ever.
When day started, it was like any other.
Same pressure, targets to be achieved, calls to be answered, calls to be avoided, meetings galore, but first hints came when somebody from finance texted about irrational behavior of company’s stock. Before he could make head of tell, HR had called everybody to be out in hall,
And there was blood bath.
Pink slips were handed, 242 persons, almost half of strength gone.
And then news, it was still a rumor, Acquisition and merger by some outside shark.
He only had a feeling of relief having been spared. And his feeling in his importance in him has been restored back, but after lunch heads and deputy heads of vertical were called to the board room.
His mouth was agape. She was there, he had first seen her emerging from a swimming pool of his condominium, a water nymph …but what she is doing here…
and after some time she came to him. May be a just touch of recognition, she stretched her hand for hand shake,
“Nothing personal, but in our organization, your team is redundant as we outsource it and already have a contract in place. “
And she moved to next VP.
Only five minutes are left, clock and security staff reminded him.
Packing was almost complete, he had already emptied his drawers, pills, ant-acid, sarbiturate, insulin pens…only few thin volumes of poetry were left on his shelf and he removed them. His few signs of sanity in this room...
It has become dark outside, uncertain dark…clouds hovering, typical Mumbai monsoon evening but more ominous, scary…
Oops I know I am failing as a story teller, knew it but… OK let me pass the baton to him and I will just be a fly on the wall. Go ahead,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table…
Dusk was dawning on glass panes of his window, smoke rubbing its muzzle, peeping from outside , streets following like tedious argument, …every evening, it reminded him of Prufrock’s love poem, more than 12 years has gone, him occupying this cabin, but today was to be last day ,last evening,
Clock on wall reminded him, 10 minutes more, 10 minutes to move out, move out for ever.
When day started, it was like any other.
Same pressure, targets to be achieved, calls to be answered, calls to be avoided, meetings galore, but first hints came when somebody from finance texted about irrational behavior of company’s stock. Before he could make head of tell, HR had called everybody to be out in hall,
And there was blood bath.
Pink slips were handed, 242 persons, almost half of strength gone.
And then news, it was still a rumor, Acquisition and merger by some outside shark.
He only had a feeling of relief having been spared. And his feeling in his importance in him has been restored back, but after lunch heads and deputy heads of vertical were called to the board room.
His mouth was agape. She was there, he had first seen her emerging from a swimming pool of his condominium, a water nymph …but what she is doing here…
and after some time she came to him. May be a just touch of recognition, she stretched her hand for hand shake,
“Nothing personal, but in our organization, your team is redundant as we outsource it and already have a contract in place. “
And she moved to next VP.
Only five minutes are left, clock and security staff reminded him.
Packing was almost complete, he had already emptied his drawers, pills, ant-acid, sarbiturate, insulin pens…only few thin volumes of poetry were left on his shelf and he removed them. His few signs of sanity in this room...
It has become dark outside, uncertain dark…clouds hovering, typical Mumbai monsoon evening but more ominous, scary…
Oops I know I am failing as a story teller, knew it but… OK let me pass the baton to him and I will just be a fly on the wall. Go ahead,
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