They Dare to Make Money!

"So what happened at the meeting", his wife asked eagerly.

Of course, the minutes of the emergency meeting, held by the Highly Honourable members of the Executive Committee of the Residents Association, with the residents, would be put up on notice board tommorrow, but who read those, anyway?

He replied, "The first 45 minutes was spent on thanking the various committee members, and the last 20 minutes was spent on comparing the samosas of the previous month with the samosas of this month. By the way, I think, the samosas were better last month."

She snorted and gestured to him, to get to the point.

He stretched his legs, closed his eyes and imitated the President.
" and now lets move on to the main agenda. All the members unanimously felt the maids are making too much money. (That was the Cue for nods)

And we have decided to take strong action against them. (The Cue for claps).

Henceforth the maids can work for only 3 flats. (The Cue for loud cheering)

Even if they have time at their disposal, to work for more flats, they can use that time to put in more hours for free, at any of the 3 residents flats. We have decided to cut down on their bonus and slash their salary by 25%. After all they should take pride, in doing their duties and working for us. (Cue for standing ovation and hot samosas)."

"And you didnt say anything against it? Since you are not an executive committee member, we wont get the best maid. What happened to the concept of freedom and free market." She asked horrified.

He replied smugly, "Honey, do you think the maids will agree to it? Unlike some men, the maids have more freedom and can form an association and fight, and say its their time and their discretion and if their performance is below par, the employer can fire, without putting a cap on the hire." .

She nodded and then added, "If only someone would tell the politicians and government officials, they can take only 3 bribes per year..."

A four letter word called Hurt

He came back after the appraisal, feeling hurt. In the past, he would have come out of the office, all smiles. Colleagues, would have smiled back and asked for a party. But this year, it was different. The two decades of good performance didnt matter, the latest project had been a disaster. The smiling, back slapping boss had changed into a frowning cold Boss. And the colleagues, smelling a loser, pretended to be preoccupied.

He had given his best, to the company and it had benefited. True he had earned his performance bonuses, which had taken many times, even his breath away.
But the money had not immuned him from feelings.

He had been a symbol of success, but that shouldnt mean, he shouldnt feel a thing now, right?

He accepted responsibility and could accept criticism of his approach and methods. But just couldnt accept criticism of his commitment and attitude. Didnt people realise, that more than the money, the success of the past projects had meant a lot to him.

Why couldnt they realise, he was human. Why couldnt they realise, the gut wrenching pain he felt, not just when they lost the project, but when he looked up to them for support and understanding.

He wondered which was more unrealistic. Others expecting him to be a Superman or his expecting others to understand he was human.

It hurts when you dont achieve the goals. And it hurts more when others let you down and you realise you are just a money spinning object to them.

He knew they would be back, if he succeeded again. That made him more determined. But somehow, it just couldnt take away the hurt.

Deserted, he walked alone to his seat,
Thirsting for a respite from the heat,
Like a traveller in a desert.
Oh a four letter word call hurt.

Fools Day

When 7000 Indians die from hunger, Everyday
The media's concern seems to be, whether Sachin should stay
Fool's day was day before yesterday,
Or Everyday?

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