Oh my god by Robert Clements

Tuesday, November 13, 2012 - The puzzled chairman entered the precincts of his company, and stared at the peons, clerks, stenographers and other employees, huddled together outside the puja room, sniggering, smirking, sneering at something going on inside. 

He pushed his employees aside and roughly entered the room. “What are you doing?” he asked his managing director, who with wet cloth in hand, was making an effort to wipe the floor, rinsing the rag in a bucket. “I am cleaning the floor sir, there was a leakage and water got in!”

“But there are a dozen peons who will do the job, why didn’t you tell them?” The chairman sighed as he looked at his MD, “Can you hear our staff? They are giggling and chuckling outside!” “Why would they do that?” asked the crestfallen MD.

“Because they know why you do this tamasha! They know you are only trying to impress them with your religiosity and humility,” whispered the chairman quietly. “But they are not impressed. So why don’t you take that rag and clean yourself?” he asked.

“Clean myself?” asked the MD, “Why?” “Isn’t that your Mercedes, I can see through the window? Who were you traveling with yesterday? Your wife rang up the company, she said you have been having affairs with many of the youngsters in the office. Not just girls. 

You win them over with car, money and offering promotions. Most certainly not with your looks!” “My wife rang up?” 

“She is a distraught woman who is devastated with the filthy way you are leading your life, and the staff here know this! Now do you know why they snigger? 

“My wife is spoiling my reputation!” “Oh, don’t blame only your wife,” said the chairman, “I believe most of the staff here are youngsters you have employed from your neighborhood?” “Yes sir, I gave them jobs to help them!” said the MD eagerly. “Not to help them,” said the chairman wearily, “but to control their fathers and mothers who you call on to support you, whenever you need to mobilize a mob for something illegal, or underhand to be done where you stay.” “Who told you this?”

“They themselves! Now get up and get out! Here, take the rag you were cleaning the floor with and try to clean your heart. Till then you will be branded a hypocrite!” The MD shuddered as ran out of the puja room, rag in hand, he heard sniggering, saw smirks, and felt the sneers that loudly echoed behind him..!



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