Dear “Helpless man “
I hereby tend my resignation from the organization. I am getting married in a couple of months, and intend to relocate to join my spouse, who is settled abroad. I would like you to respect this decision, and release me at the earliest. I am ready to fulfill my notice period, and also give adequate knowledge transfer to my replacement, as required of me.
I appreciate the organization for providing me this valuable opportunity, and although the resignation is a painful decision for me, I would request you to process my formalities at the earliest.
Thanking
“ 2010 woman”
The reply
Dear “2010 Woman”,
I acknowledge the receipt of your mail. I regret to inform that your resignation is not accepted, for the primary reason, our organization has a global presence, and you can try and also be assured of getting an opportunity to work in the same location where your spouse would be. I am putting you on to the correct personnel who will help you find the opportunity, and also help in the settling process.
In the event of the same not coming through, which is unlikely, we have one more option to help you with the dilemma. We would love to have your spouse in our company, because we are always in need of great talent. So we would try our level best in giving a suitable offer, to your spouse, which will help you both settle very well in your post marriage life.
I wish you great luck in your new innings in your personal life.
Thanking
“ Helpless Man”
The counter reply
Dear “Helpless Man”
Let me take the opportunity to thank you sincerely for trying the option of getting a work in the location of my spouse. Also, it is a commendable initiative to try an option for my spouse in the organization. I regret to say that, I do not intend to continue working, as my in laws are not keen in me working post marriage, and I would like to adhere by their point of view.
Although I take pride in working in this organization and also feel obliged that the organization is willing to accommodate me in getting an opportunity, I am very clear and am in no dilemma. I feel, I should go ahead with my decision.
I would appreciate if you could let me know a suitable release date.
Thanking again
2010 Woman
The reply
Dear “2010 Woman”
It is by far a greatest truce, primarily because you, with all your education cannot convince your in laws in changing their point of view. Today, women are there everywhere and the main reason for their presence and eradicating the inequality is their willingness to contribute to the cause, and independence is their tool of choice.
I am again rejecting the application, because we can go ahead and discuss the same with your in laws, with your permission of-course. We have a separate women counseling cell that will take the onus and will help you come over the obstacle convincing your in laws.
Do not worry, as we know that you would love to continue working, and also the independence and intellectual maturity that the work offers you and we would try our best to have your right with you.
Thanks
Helpless man
CLIMAX
Dear “ Helpless Man”
I REITERATE, this is getting a bit overboard. It is not only my in-law’s choice, but mine as well. I do not intend to work anymore. Although working was exciting and a good learning, I think I should be at home, and also take a BREAK. I need a break from the hustle bustle, work activity, and post marriage, it would be beneficial to all parties involved, including myself.
I would be able to concentrate on my personal life, and in no way willing to sacrifice on that.
I would appreciate if you are sensitive to my concerns, and let me know my release date.
No Thanks
2010 Woman
The Reply
Dear “2010 Woman”
It is a pity, and absolutely against altruism that you intend to take a break. Well for the same break, we give you annual leaves and what not, but here I find absolutely no relevance to any for the cause of recreation.
I wonder if this is all that you perceived for yourself in the future, why did you even pursue with zeal and vigor your engineering studies ? It would have been better to stop at HSC, and learn about family and sacrifices, post that.
I intend to let you know, that we invest the same amount in training, invest the same in getting you a good opportunity, and why do only you have to take a break? I have never had, or will never have a male counterpart walking and telling me, that he intends to take a break post marriage.
I accept your resignation, but please note that, I would never ever want to hear from you about gender inequality at the top of the corporate hierarchy, when educated women like you do not want to contribute to the same.
No thanks
“Helpless Man”
Anti Climax
Dear “ Helpless Man”
I have been offended by this mail, and I intend to escalate this to higher authorities on unethical behavior.
This is an open case of insult, personal defamation and also mental trauma and I want to let you know that you would have to face the music.
2010 Woman
The end
Dear “Helpless man”
We are in receipt of a complaint against you for unethical behavior, and you have been charged for discriminatory comments and personal defamation. It is with restraint and unfortunate that at this position the comments are totally derogatory.
We hereby issue you a stern notice of warning, and would want you to issue a written apology to the party involved and also taking an adequate step to not repeat the same in the future.
Thanking,
Whomsoever it is concerned
The nail in the coffin..( Whose coffin ??)
Dear “whomsoever it is concerned”,
I hereby tend my resignation, because I intend to take a break. A break from fate, and also a break from the fateful repercussions if I tend an apology.
Thanking,
Helpless Man
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Elvis has left the Building
Elvis has left the building,
It all started with the phrase by a very good friend (Credits to follow in the end), “The louder the music, the older you are”.
The writing of-course has nothing to do with the Notre dame of Music and the king of rock and roll. Being closely related to marketing field, I thought it might catch some eyelids for otherwise usually a dry response to my blog post, but of-course it holds some resemblance to the great man, Elvis.
This write up is all about “Legacy”.
Well I never imagined, If, of all the People, I would be writing about getting Older or to cut short, AGE. But here I am, at – years of age ( Reasons for not disclosing will also follow ), writing about the most important, albeit controversial topic (Specifically for the opposite gender ) AGE. It is not a well thought event, but is just like a sudden wake up on the “other” side of an island, and just trying to have the prerogative built with a transition from one island to the other, if there was any transition. Sorry, I never had a transition.
This was inspired by some random set ofevents, some shocking, intriguing conversations with friends, and of-course how to forget the visit to Saloon and Usage of Gillette in the monthly bill.
I go back to the phrase where it all started, “The louder the music, the older you are” and this took a new imperative turn on me, because it was all going to well at a house party, Loud music, lots of food, friends frolicking, yelling, where in I pitched in first by reducing the volume, and also commanding the troops to follow decorum by reducing the decibel levels.
Will it be termed under a non cognizable crime? Well not really, but given the topic under discussion, I can’t even manage a parole.
The same week, was followed by another shocker. Well honestly, you never think you are old enough till the time, you get into a gully, where the future Rs 200 crore, brand ambassadors are playing our one day would be National Sport. I was not left behind, and I did enter a gully. And just like how the alarm gives you a rude awakening on Monday morning, I woke up. Nowadays, even gullys are filled with cars parked in all geometrical shape. So Terrace is where the sport is, but would still term it Gully cricket. The ball landed on my feet, and I bowed down to pick it up, there was a call, “UNCLE, sorry, please give the ball back”. Woah, Did the kid even look at me properly to address me in such rude manner ? Or did he look at me with eye to detail like the CIA agents in another Hollywood flick, to address me like that ? I really didn’t have an answer, I threw the ball up, (thrice to be honest) so that it has the thrust to reach the terrace, and the worst was to follow, three throws, and the arm already ached.
Working with colleagues who have great sense of humor is a blessing. Especially, when that is the only thing that keeps you afloat. But sometimes overdose of it, leaves you with no choice but to sulk. It was another one of those discussion on how you are going to shape your future where in my dear friend ( I Told you credits to follow suite ) commented, dude “we” have reasons to worry. We have 56 % of our life pending to live, and in that what can we do justice to ? WOAH 56, God help me break the mystery derivation of the number, but if it is true, with Medicinal blessing, I wonder where did my 44% of life vanish?? I vaguely remember laughing, spoiling plans, puncturing tires, throwing tantrums, breaking windows, fighting, brawl etc or even the first viewership privilege of soft porn.
Was I in selective amnesia and suddenly woke up to the fact that I have only 56 % of my life ahead ???But the realization of the no of age wasn’t the shocker, the shocker was to decide on priorities for the remaining 56% of my life. I am wondering, if I really would be able to make justice to the remaining part ?
Work place is where you spend 70 % of your time that you are awake. And All the happening in the work place has more than double the impact on how the remaining 30 % is going to be spent. Well there was a time, when I was a toddler in the corporate life, where I used to be addressed as a kiddo, a youngster, etc. Well honestly, it did vacillate my school of thought and forced me to sport a moustache and a French goatie, But the plan backfired, now the same facial reincarnation is what makes the new joins in the corporate world who get a rude welcome by having to meet me first in their new world , address me as “Sir”, and of course the perception that “I am very serious and senior person” from people I just spoke to. Well talk about oxymoron.
The last, but the pinnacle of frustration is your trip to saloon, or get ready for one exhaustive trip to your friendly neighborhood saloon. How you might wonder? But honestly, the last time I went to a saloon to have a hair cut it was some good 3 months back. Now that will go as Quarter expenses in my P & L statement, because there was a time when it was almost a monthly visit. The catch 22 here is a very fact that am shelling out oozles in the Gillette to upkeep the goatie, will take care of the monthly or expenses. Well it aint really about the money here, but woah, but the fact that the growth in the head is taken over by the face is unnecessary intrusion in the transition. The white silver lines here and there, amidst a balding oval head, and face looking like, a prisoner out, does not really auger well here. I hate to go to the saloon for the reason, he might laugh that I am trying desperately to have the trimming done, or he would not take money for having to do so less or NO work, or worst, if he would have to ask “ Sir want a dye ?”.
I agree that age is a painful number, and now am really empathetic towards all those elderly boisterous gentlemen, retired , who still come to jog, drive and walk, and still want to be considered amongst the crowd. Or the ones who say, oh good Lord help your generation. I am sure they would have gone through the bell curve, or still reeling through the syndrome.
But the realization ain’t that. The realization is, do I really have to care on that number that helps me in getting retirement benefit ?
Am I not still the 6 year old Calvin, that my friends address me as? Well why spend the remaining 56% of the future worrying about the 56% or lesser or say more? We all know that our age will be as part of a quadratic equation for kids, and CAT aspirants. And it really will help them score some brownie points.
While writing this piece, I have already entertained two complains about LOUD music from my place, sitting in a room, with a round neck t shirt, with Gelled Spiked hair, and with facebook on. Talk about being young.
It doesn’t matter to me as I have realized I have sailed to the other side, while failing to realize, even if the boat didn’t move, the water was flowing. Age is just a number, and the kids will call me UNCLE, and I did the same to aplenty during my time. Its just natural. I would not carry the number in my head, or even in my heart.
For the comment on the music, I would give credit to Mr Pavan Bhosle, who being couple of years elder to me, was still younger on that day
And o fcourse for giving the numerical data of 56 % I thank Mr Abraham, Oh good lord wonder how you managed that equation.
I finally apologize for flaunting too many of numbers here and there, but that is what I wanted to portray. It’s all just numbers, taken seriously, will result in another numbers in Medical biils.
I am not cutting down the sweet intake, although will be responsible in usage. Aint cutting down on the calorie, because not impacted too harshly. I am Only cutting down on frivolous idiosyncrasies that made me look like a retired Colonel. Cutting down on all those nonsensical things, to make me look cooler with gentlemen I have to put up with everyday.
I am sure, I would follow the curious case of Benjamin Button way, and am sure I would have you for company.
After all,
Elvis has left the building
It all started with the phrase by a very good friend (Credits to follow in the end), “The louder the music, the older you are”.
The writing of-course has nothing to do with the Notre dame of Music and the king of rock and roll. Being closely related to marketing field, I thought it might catch some eyelids for otherwise usually a dry response to my blog post, but of-course it holds some resemblance to the great man, Elvis.
This write up is all about “Legacy”.
Well I never imagined, If, of all the People, I would be writing about getting Older or to cut short, AGE. But here I am, at – years of age ( Reasons for not disclosing will also follow ), writing about the most important, albeit controversial topic (Specifically for the opposite gender ) AGE. It is not a well thought event, but is just like a sudden wake up on the “other” side of an island, and just trying to have the prerogative built with a transition from one island to the other, if there was any transition. Sorry, I never had a transition.
This was inspired by some random set ofevents, some shocking, intriguing conversations with friends, and of-course how to forget the visit to Saloon and Usage of Gillette in the monthly bill.
I go back to the phrase where it all started, “The louder the music, the older you are” and this took a new imperative turn on me, because it was all going to well at a house party, Loud music, lots of food, friends frolicking, yelling, where in I pitched in first by reducing the volume, and also commanding the troops to follow decorum by reducing the decibel levels.
Will it be termed under a non cognizable crime? Well not really, but given the topic under discussion, I can’t even manage a parole.
The same week, was followed by another shocker. Well honestly, you never think you are old enough till the time, you get into a gully, where the future Rs 200 crore, brand ambassadors are playing our one day would be National Sport. I was not left behind, and I did enter a gully. And just like how the alarm gives you a rude awakening on Monday morning, I woke up. Nowadays, even gullys are filled with cars parked in all geometrical shape. So Terrace is where the sport is, but would still term it Gully cricket. The ball landed on my feet, and I bowed down to pick it up, there was a call, “UNCLE, sorry, please give the ball back”. Woah, Did the kid even look at me properly to address me in such rude manner ? Or did he look at me with eye to detail like the CIA agents in another Hollywood flick, to address me like that ? I really didn’t have an answer, I threw the ball up, (thrice to be honest) so that it has the thrust to reach the terrace, and the worst was to follow, three throws, and the arm already ached.
Working with colleagues who have great sense of humor is a blessing. Especially, when that is the only thing that keeps you afloat. But sometimes overdose of it, leaves you with no choice but to sulk. It was another one of those discussion on how you are going to shape your future where in my dear friend ( I Told you credits to follow suite ) commented, dude “we” have reasons to worry. We have 56 % of our life pending to live, and in that what can we do justice to ? WOAH 56, God help me break the mystery derivation of the number, but if it is true, with Medicinal blessing, I wonder where did my 44% of life vanish?? I vaguely remember laughing, spoiling plans, puncturing tires, throwing tantrums, breaking windows, fighting, brawl etc or even the first viewership privilege of soft porn.
Was I in selective amnesia and suddenly woke up to the fact that I have only 56 % of my life ahead ???But the realization of the no of age wasn’t the shocker, the shocker was to decide on priorities for the remaining 56% of my life. I am wondering, if I really would be able to make justice to the remaining part ?
Work place is where you spend 70 % of your time that you are awake. And All the happening in the work place has more than double the impact on how the remaining 30 % is going to be spent. Well there was a time, when I was a toddler in the corporate life, where I used to be addressed as a kiddo, a youngster, etc. Well honestly, it did vacillate my school of thought and forced me to sport a moustache and a French goatie, But the plan backfired, now the same facial reincarnation is what makes the new joins in the corporate world who get a rude welcome by having to meet me first in their new world , address me as “Sir”, and of course the perception that “I am very serious and senior person” from people I just spoke to. Well talk about oxymoron.
The last, but the pinnacle of frustration is your trip to saloon, or get ready for one exhaustive trip to your friendly neighborhood saloon. How you might wonder? But honestly, the last time I went to a saloon to have a hair cut it was some good 3 months back. Now that will go as Quarter expenses in my P & L statement, because there was a time when it was almost a monthly visit. The catch 22 here is a very fact that am shelling out oozles in the Gillette to upkeep the goatie, will take care of the monthly or expenses. Well it aint really about the money here, but woah, but the fact that the growth in the head is taken over by the face is unnecessary intrusion in the transition. The white silver lines here and there, amidst a balding oval head, and face looking like, a prisoner out, does not really auger well here. I hate to go to the saloon for the reason, he might laugh that I am trying desperately to have the trimming done, or he would not take money for having to do so less or NO work, or worst, if he would have to ask “ Sir want a dye ?”.
I agree that age is a painful number, and now am really empathetic towards all those elderly boisterous gentlemen, retired , who still come to jog, drive and walk, and still want to be considered amongst the crowd. Or the ones who say, oh good Lord help your generation. I am sure they would have gone through the bell curve, or still reeling through the syndrome.
But the realization ain’t that. The realization is, do I really have to care on that number that helps me in getting retirement benefit ?
Am I not still the 6 year old Calvin, that my friends address me as? Well why spend the remaining 56% of the future worrying about the 56% or lesser or say more? We all know that our age will be as part of a quadratic equation for kids, and CAT aspirants. And it really will help them score some brownie points.
While writing this piece, I have already entertained two complains about LOUD music from my place, sitting in a room, with a round neck t shirt, with Gelled Spiked hair, and with facebook on. Talk about being young.
It doesn’t matter to me as I have realized I have sailed to the other side, while failing to realize, even if the boat didn’t move, the water was flowing. Age is just a number, and the kids will call me UNCLE, and I did the same to aplenty during my time. Its just natural. I would not carry the number in my head, or even in my heart.
For the comment on the music, I would give credit to Mr Pavan Bhosle, who being couple of years elder to me, was still younger on that day
And o fcourse for giving the numerical data of 56 % I thank Mr Abraham, Oh good lord wonder how you managed that equation.
I finally apologize for flaunting too many of numbers here and there, but that is what I wanted to portray. It’s all just numbers, taken seriously, will result in another numbers in Medical biils.
I am not cutting down the sweet intake, although will be responsible in usage. Aint cutting down on the calorie, because not impacted too harshly. I am Only cutting down on frivolous idiosyncrasies that made me look like a retired Colonel. Cutting down on all those nonsensical things, to make me look cooler with gentlemen I have to put up with everyday.
I am sure, I would follow the curious case of Benjamin Button way, and am sure I would have you for company.
After all,
Elvis has left the building
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