I died in the prime of my youth. It was just a road accident. Within one week my soul clamored for a visit to dear earth. I was longing to see my near and dear ones. My spirit drifted to the earth. My mind was taking a trip down memory lane.
I was a star manager. Actually I was awarded as one. I tried to learn all the tricks of trade and applied it successfully. I knew how to harass subordinates, how to detain them after office hours, how to fill them with guilt complex, if they turned up at right time but want to leave at actual departure time. Without the battery of my subordinates around me, how insecure I felt. I made life hell for employees, who didn’t have any work but unaware of the art of looking busy without any business. One employee was particularly irritating, he used to e-mail all and sundry asking if there was anything he could do today, because he was free that particular day. How incompetent I looked in front of everyone due to his behavior? I finally got him chunked out. What a relief it was. That UNDIPLOMATIC workaholic could go to hell as far as I was concerned.
I had set many personal examples of devotedness in front of seniors and juniors. Once my father had slipped in the bathroom, and broken was bone. My mother panicked, tried locating me frantically. Well, it was not a major accident. I sent my car home. Mother could very well understand my position and could manage on her own.
Visit to my office:
I knew I was an indispensable employee. Everything must be in a complete mess within one week without ME! I spotted a new smart girl at my desk. She was fanatically typing something and shooting out instructions to MY juniors. The diplomatic senior manager was patting her about something.
Visit to my home:
My father was dusting my PC. My room was exactly the same, before I died. I used to control office from this PC, whenever I fell sick. Very delicately, he dusted off my keyboard. The only new addition was my photograph beside my PC. Suddenly sitting down, as if for support, he stared at my snap. What was he doing? Breaking down like a child. As if sensing his mood, mother rushed in the room. Now both were hugging and crying together! His ankle was still cast in the plaster. I remember sending the car, when mother told me about his accident.
