VIGNETTE: CORPORATE CAUSERIE

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beginning friend remembrance

 

   

    I was once travelling with a senior colleague of mine. We were on a long and arduous tour to launch a few of our products that had a rural flair. Having been out for about twenty days, homesickness was quite evident on our faces, and a deeper look even revealed we were famished.

    The colleague had a weird sense of humour that often hyperlinked you to a jolly laughter a little later. He was a voracious reader, mostly of management books which he preferred to expeditiously lay his hands on, much before the company moguls did. Largely, to drum up his own personality. ‘Ya-ya, I too, have read it.’

    Amid the pile-up of fatigue and on a sweltering Sunday we were roughing it out, from one meeting to the other, talking vivaciously about our product is when the day finally merged into a lazy evening.

    We finally returned to the hotel. Where, we were sharing a room. On our way back we had picked up some chilled beer as hotel bar was indeed, expensive.

    The plan of action now was to have a quick shower, even when the tap water was boiling hot, owing to the severe heat of summers, so as to, catch the beer within drinkable temperatures. The room did not have a fridge.

    As a senior he barged into the toilet, but only to return as a rebound, since the water was so very hot, is when I followed suit. Where, while scurrying through a quick shower, I couldn’t help but notice, his severe hair fall that didn’t speak well of his scalp.

    After I was through, we finally decided to uncork the bottles. The beer was still drinkable, so we gulped down the first sip after a well deserved cheers, followed by a concomitant munch, is when I said,

    “Dada you’re losing a lot of hair. I just noticed in the toilet.’

    Upon hearing me, he had another gulp followed by another munch— some spicy peanuts. He then looked in my eye and very seriously said.

    “Arrey baba, mein toh chahaton hun ki sab bal gir jaye aur mein General Manager ban jaun.’

    As a tube light. I flickered for some moments before I understood what he actually meant, when we both started laughing.

    Those days our General Manager and Head of Marketing, was a bald gentleman.

    This causerie is a tribute to my senior colleague Debashish Gangully who died of cancer in the US some time back. The General Manager and Head of Marketing then was Mr. V. A. Pemaiah, who  took the joke quite sportingly when we told him later. But, I really don’t where he is.

    In this busy life whenever you look back. You’ll find, over the years so much has happened, that is so very captivating and worth remembering, but unfortunately we don’t have the time for it.

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

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