Freeing the self
Author :
Arpana
Blog :A Life
Date: 8/2/2012 12:59:00 PM
The summer of July was heavy. It hadn’t rained for week. Thus moisture laden heat had been inducing lethargy. The food during lunch break added more heaviness to all.
To break the monotony of air, Shreya pointed, the lean framed Mr. Singhal. “See only a day is left in his retirement; it seems an era is gone! Certainly we will miss him! It brought affirmative nods from all corners.
Rhea attention followed Mr. Singhal, a soft spoken amiable fellow.While entertertaing the visitors he was busy on his desk. Dyed haired,with diminutive frame he could be easily mistaken as fifty plus. A good performer!
But the inevitable, his retirement, the last role of member of staff had knocked the door. And he had to start the role of second inning the very next day.
In enthusiasm, to extend the topic Shreya added. “See, next month there will be another retirement.” How young he too looks, a really nice fellow, amiable one! She pointed towards Mr Molly, seeking approval she met the gaze of Rhea.
Unfazed in her appeal, Shreya repeated her words stressing them. The opinion didn’t match the person. Others stole the glance without any reaction. But Rhea was caught.
A gray haired man with coarse voice, he appeared more than his actual age. Known for his ill temper and vengeance, he was a far cry of peace.
The insistence of Shreya, yielded a mild reaction from Rhea. In low voice, she added, “yes, he is a nice fellow but could not be match of Mr Singhal.” Without expecting any response, Rhea twirled in self retrospection.
In a moment she tracked down the memory lane in decades. Mr. Molly, a family friend, an elderly would visit her place often. He was always welcomed at her place. He was a jolly good grandpa of her little daughter.
But when, she joined the work place as his coworker. To her disillusionment, many weaknesses of his personality she revealed.
At work place he was a non- performer, perpetually filled with low confidence. His non competence would fuel jealousy in him. He would often turn vindictive out of low confidence. Taken aback by his ill mannerisms she preferred a safe distance from him.
And then, her mind got whirled in numerous regretting events of Mr. Molly. She pondered about the chaotic debate and futility of them. “Isn’t it wrong to pass judgment on any one, when everyone is bundle of right and wrong?”Judgment brings only turmoil in mind. Why her mind does still stuck to unsavory? Isn’t it a kind of self created suffering? Yes, it is!”
Both farewells were scheduled on same date after a month. After all formalities, everyone was bidding adieu to them. She too wished both of them happy and healthy prosperous lives in their second innings. That time she didn’t feel she was having difficulty in her expression. It came with fluidity when she decided to withdraw herself from judgment.