Last day there was a survey going on at my office regarding various factors which included facilities provided inside the office, transport, environment etc etc. At the end of it there was a comments section, that I did not take the pain of filling up (which is, by the way, very much like myself). Therefore, I decided to write a blog about it, I mean, what I might otherwise should or could have commented!
So, here it goes.
On weekdays, except for occasional (read very very “rare”, like an oasis in the Sahara desert) holidays, I wake up in the morning, pray that I don’t miss the office bus, make haste, get ready (all this while, still praying – “Oh God, please don’t make me miss my office bus, I promise I’ll get up earlier tomorrow!”). Thus, mostly with God’s grace I manage to make it to the bus stand on time.
Now, for most IT professionals reading this (and not having to come to …… say “Arrow-storey”, coz that’s what I’m going to call this place, as I couldn’t find a better Bengali to English translation for the name) – you must be wondering what nonsense this is all about. How can travelling to office be so important? It has always been a secondary concern. The only thing that matters most is how long you stay at office and NOT how to travel to the place. But believe it or not, travelling to AR-ST can be painstakingly difficult at times without office buses. Therefore, if you miss it you are DOOMED!!
Once I’m on the bus and all geared up for the journey, there comes this second …. errr….well….obstacle! The first quarter of the journey, I must say is not very disagreeable, and neither would have been the remaining three, had my nose not come into play!
Confused??!!
Allow me to clarify …
My story starts just around the corner (okay, I’m a You’ve Got Mail fan!! ), when the main bypass road splits in three directions and leftmost one bends leftward leading right into our very own AR-ST grounds. Lots of small industries have cropped up in and around AR-ST. They are meant as a source of income to many, I’m sure of that. And yet I can’t seem to hide my handicap of not being able to bear the mere sight of them. Reason for my disliking them is that, these industries are the source of such an olfactory sensation, that I fall short of words to describe justly!!
Every time a tiny speck of smoke particle resulting from the above employment, gets into my nose – all my violent streaks surface. And I have to keep my fists clenched hard so as not to do something that might be considered “unladylike”. Luckily for me, I happen to carry a handkerchief with me and that comes to my rescue! All through this half an hour stretch, I keep my savior (read handkerchief) clung to my nose.
Finally, comes the hour when the journey is about to end. With another bend rightwards the office building comes into view. The surrounding – away from the hustle & bustle of a city, with open meadows and a very welcoming office gate – altogether are very pleasant to look at. But I must warn you about the canal cum high drain that flows all along the boundary of the office premises. Despite the pink liquid flowing through it (that sure does appeal to ones sense of visual aesthetics), it simply unnerves a person’s olfactory nerves. And no amount of shielding your nose can protect you from its clutches.
Yours sincerely,
Poor Employee of some office in Arrow-Storey
P.S. – All the information published here is absolutely my exaggerated version of the original story in a humorous way. There is no intention of hurting any sentiments whatsoever. If any comment in the blog above offends anyone in anyway, please accept my sincere apologies, as that is not at all what I had in mind.
