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October 27, 2018

accidentIt was right after lunch. There was a knock on my cabin. Before I could answer, he barged in. He was looking agitated. He was my team member. There are 7 people including him, reporting to me, but I have a soft corner for him. He is very  systematic and you can be sure that the work entrusted to him would be completed well before time and better than expected. He was a loner, did not have many friends, did not speak much and kept mostly to himself. He usually was the first to swipe in and the last to leave the office. An ideal employee to have. In fact I was about to call him before he stormed into my cabin. I had an urgent work to be completed and he was the best person to do it. Sensing his anxiety, I looked at him enquiringly.

“My brother has had an accident, I need to go”, he said with great difficulty. I thought he would break down and cry, if I asked him anything else.

“Okay, take my car, if you want”, I told him

“Thank you, but I will take my bike”, he said, hurriedly, his voice still broken.

The rest of the afternoon, breezed past with work and as expected the work which he would have finished immaculately on time, took much longer with many corrections needed.  By the time I went home it was a little late than usual. I took a hot shower. I could feel the drudgery of the day being washed away.

After dinner, I unlocked my phone. There was a message from him saying that his brother was alright and there was nothing serious. I thought if I should call him up and enquire and decided against it as it was already late. Knowing him, he would be the first in office tomorrow. I could ask him person.I opened my Facebook account. Scouring through the notification, I saw there was a post I was tagged in. It was my niece’s. It was a photo of her and 2 of her friends on a foyer of a mall or a movie hall. Something caught my eye. I zoomed in to see if it was what I thought it was. On the right corner I could make out the corner of a movie poster. It was a movie hall alright, I thought to myself and smiled. ‘Don’t miss this one”, my niece had written tagging me. “I will not, looks interesting”, I commented and ‘like’d the photo. The bath really had relaxed me completely and I fell into an undisturbed sleep.

The next day, as expected, he was in his seat. A few minutes later, he knocked on my door and entered.

“My brother….”, he started. Before he could complete, I asked him, “How was the movie and who is the girl?”

Accidents do happen all the time.

PS: This was triggered by a recent visit to a movie, where I was walking behind a group of girls taking a selfie. What was the probability of being captured in the frame, of the photo being shared on social media and of being recognized by ‘friends’?

Picture courtesy: Internet

6 Comments leave one →
  1. October 28, 2018 00:04

    I enjoyed this one too!

    I can never forget the time I went for this movie with friends from college, and found my mother’s friends also there 🙂 We had bunked classes and were at this morning show 😜

    Sigh. This brought a smile!

  2. November 1, 2018 17:32

    Thanks Usha. It happened a lot to me too during college. But I used to tell my parents that i had bunked class and gone to the movies always.

  3. November 6, 2018 05:49

    My niece used to bunk her college and go to movies and her mother’s friends used to see her and complain to the mother:) The niece was always worried about this happening!

  4. March 8, 2019 00:34

    Bunking college classes for movies was common
    In spite of a possible recognition run-in
    But playing truant from office
    Is a definite diss
    ‘Twas benign of you to not create a din!

    It helped that it was a fiction
    that i was in charge of depiction
    And so there was no restriction
    of projecting me as the master of benefaction.

  5. svenkataramana1 permalink
    March 14, 2019 18:38

    Very interesting sir..
    Now you have made sure that watching posts can also be a clue..Ha ha ha


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