How big is your office – check who was dead yesterday!
When George Turklebaum, 51, a proof-reader at a New York firm of medical publishers sat at his desk for five days, only then did his fellow office workers noticed that he was actually dead. Probably that goes to show that it was a big organization with hundreds of people working.
Now with the Reserve Bank of India tightening norms before giving loans to businesses, unless they prove they are big enough to be able to repay, companies may use this tactic in their favour.
The entrepreneur can fight his case for a loan before the reluctant banker saying: “See, this employee was dead last week and we didn’t notice because our ACs were on 24 x 7 and we have too many employees with even more work to do!”
Now, for a company who can keep its air conditioning system running 24 hours and for a system so effective that the dead employee stayed a week without a stink, its owner will definitely have enough revenue to repay the loan…LOAN PASSED!
How about a daily report with a ‘dash’ marked against this dead employee’s name. Will this qualify for a business loan? After all we have so many employees that we can’t keep count of one and all…big enough to qualify for a loan?
Well, this is not a joke…this happened in an office I know very well, where an employee died in a road accident and nobody knew till a couple of days. Whether the HR department knew of the mishap was of course not known, but the fact that a mail was circulated to its employees apprising the incident speaks volumes of the insensitivity of certain people. And what’s more disturbing is the fact that the manager who had prepared the daily report after his death was cheeky enough to put a dash against his name. Thankfully though he didn’t write “DEAD” as his comment/ remark. Sales and marketing guys are always capable of doing and writing such remarks!
We call ourselves a closely knit society. But then incidents like these go to show that we are worse than animals, to put it straight. Neither the dog nor the wild elephant will leave its dead. Well, humanity RIP!
The wild side of my life
There are things in life you dread and pray that they should not happen to you, but ultimately they do happen to you. One thing I always dreaded was that I will have to go on a jungle safari one day. The only reason I hate jungle safaris is because the animals stink a lot and their antics do not excite me at all. Even zoos are a complete no no for me. The way these animals eat when fed by their keepers, the stink always there and the kind of noises they make – unbearable.
But then Man proposes, God disposes! I proposed that I will not be a wildlife activist ever, neither will I work for Animal Planet. However God had other things in store for me. The Almighty has His own peculiar ways of justice which is why although I’m not a wildlife activist or working in Animal Planet, I’m being instead made to work in a wild, wild office.
Inside the office, one feels that most of the people (no gender bias here) are carrying day-old food under their arms and have also smeared their bodies with yesterday’s left-over and decayed food to keep themselves cool as done by elephants, hippos and buffaloes.
Probably coming from the town of Bedrock as depicted in The Flintstones, most of these animals have never heard of deodorants and are probably unaware that it costs jut Rs 20 to get one.
Now it’s 1.30 and it’s feeding time – except for the chomping, petty quarrels and growls over a piece of roti, loud burps that letting out droplets of saliva and spraying on passing victims – you will not hear or see anything else. These animals show the instincts that can give any wildlife enthusiast the fright of a lifetime.
By 3.30, these animals after such a heavy lunch are ready to take a nap. How do I know? The loud yawns suffixed with something like the growl of the lion give the message loud and clear that if the hunters (read the prowling bosses) were not nearby we would have been fast asleep. Unable to take the forty winks, the uncomfortable animal now open his shoes letting out a gush of caustic fumes that has the potential to make a person faint. And as this animal is oblivious to the pollution he is causing, others silently suffer unable to tell him to put on his shoes and save them from the stink and the sight of tattered socks.
The scene now transfers to the washroom. It seems like a make-shift hospital from World War-II. Footmarks all on the tiles, the wounded animals gurgle, blow their noses and force coughs to remove the last remains of phlegm – all loudly, very loudly.
But my jungle story doesn’t end here. The Delhi monsoons have left a trail of destruction and here in my office the destruction shows with many wearing dark sunglasses, concealing their red eyes and spreading the virus of eye flu around – how wild can one get!
