Its March month, month of heat…month
of exams…month of appraisals, financial year end. As a kid march to me
signified only the beginning of heat, when I grew up little older it was exams
month and now when I am working- it’s the appraisal month (combination of heat
and exams)
There’s a different wave in
office in the month of march and april, people tend to change their habits.
Right from being punctual to wearing short skirts, punching documents which
doesn’t even require filing to getting facials done. No stone should be left
unturned rather no file should be left unsubmitted. You never know what would
click for your promotion or a good salary hike, hence a corporate employee
would never take a chance in the month of march. In my office there is no
different story. Infact few employees undergo a personality makeover, overnight
they become leader, philosopher, strategist, mentor…even if it is to mentor an office
boy, mentoring is a must. If professional and personal traits lack, for few
employees biological rhythm comes to rescue- these species set their biological
clock according to their boss’. They are hungry only when their boss is at
lunch, are in tension and need a puff only when boss is at a sutta break,
attend nature’s call when your boss rejects all your official calls. Given a
chance such employees would get a plastic surgery done to look like their boss
in order to prove their loyalty towards them. Thank God, there’s no corporate
discount on such surgeries.
I also tried to explore my acting
skills in this corporate daily soap but failed miserably. Every time I tried to
follow my boss’ instructions - I was asked to use my brains, I tried to praise
him for some work- I was scolded for crossing my limits. So I happily opted out
(was thrown out ) of this virtual ‘I am the future of this company’ race. Amidst
of all this me and my small group of friends have managed to maintain our
sanity and are surviving like gold chains on Bappi Lahiri, each one having high
market value but stuck in a wrong place.
Today I am late and my boss is
yet to ruin the day- he hasn’t reached. If the regular politics was not enough,
today there is a special performance as I have a client meeting. My desk phone
rang, I picked up with as usual, 90% excitement hoping it would be him,10% I-know-he-wont-call
feeling. As expected I royally failed for 108 millionth time. It was none other
than - my only loyal fan in office…my much glorified and acclaimed….meri kabil dost- my front desk
receptionist who called to inform about client’s arrival. I am waiting for the
day when she would call and tell me : Mam,
there’s someone named gaurav on the line for you. Should I transfer the call? But I know this day won’t come because A) I
know, he won’t call. His ego hasn’t given up. B) If he has to, he has my direct
extension he would never call on boardline number and c) this receptionist doesn’t
have much patience, as soon as she’ll come to know a guy has called for me,
without permission she will transfer the call. So the day Mam, there’s someone named gaurav on the line for you. Should I transfer the call? Will never come.
But that’s ok if Rakhee can hope
that her dead sons will come alive in the same life with same physique n heroic
looks, I am just expecting a call from an already alive guy. Only difference is
that was a movie and this is my real life. But then Karan Arjun was a hit film,
Rakhee’s dedication paid off somehow, so should mine. Let the calls come.
I entered the boring meeting room……
