A dim-wit retiring in a few months’ time was asked by colleagues to speak about his feelings.
He thought thus:
In the beginning of my career I commuted to the work spot by department vehicle (none will volunteer to give me a seat) everyday. On the day of superannuation, the facility will see to that somehow I was dropped back ( the front seat is kept reserved) at my house in a Sumo/Qualis.
When I joined, a new ID was issued (had to go around collecting it) and after 30 odd years when I retire another new ID (they will come after me to give it) will be issued”.
If one agrees for a farewell party, every one will recall my contributions and the vacuum I am leaving behind. But most of the speakers were blind to my abilities & contributions when I had years of association with them!
Dim-wit remained silent for a long time and finally said “It is really no change except that 30 odd years have passed".
[The narrative though set in a specific environment , could have taken place at any month, in any organization. This setting helps the reader spin their own yarn :) ]
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