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Bye, bye, Chacha!

Whether you like it or not, the world is a dirty place! It is full of dirty politics. I’ve been told of stories where there are politics taking place between two best friends working at the same place as well as stories including politics between large groups of people where it practically is the kith and kin of survival in a company.

I don’t want to become a part of this cyclone; bad mouth someone at office in a conversation and then walk hand-in-hand towards the cafeteria with the same person the next day. That relationship means nothing whatsoever and also eventually leads to nothing.

I was working at a company in Bangalore and after six months of being there I remember being at most peace than I had ever been at any other corporate workplace. Not just because I could have unlimited cups of hot chocolate whenever I wanted or because I had an old, fun-loving man for a boss. Like I decided when I joined, I refrained from speaking to and socializing with most of the colleagues at my workplace. A random decision at first, I was reassured by instances around me that it was one of the best I could have made. Luckily for me, people around me were the you-do-your-thing-I’ll-do-mine sorts so I did not have a problem in subduing my social nature and adjusting to keeping to myself.

But then of course, there were the nosy types who’d come to you with a bundle of questions wanting to know about how you spent your weekend. But no, I don’t want to tell them about how I set up my friend with a cute boy at the club last night or about how I ragingly almost spilled my drink over my ex’s new girlfriend and created a drama out of a decent party. Keeping your professional and personal lives apart is wise and a way of professionalism one must follow.

However, the part of going to work that did make me happy and a relationship that said a lot without saying anything at all is the one I shared with the watchman who sat at the office basement. A man, the age of my grandfather, with a freckled face and a set of white hair and beard, something about his appearance would make me want to call him chacha. The two seconds of genuine eye contact and smile I shared with him every time I entered and exited the office meant much more to me than any of the relationships I could ever have with my female colleagues at the office.

However strong and independent one is, everyone needs some love and affection once in a while and I would get mine from the simple wave of this old man’s hand. I had very little to do with him and vice versa, yet I got these really warm and compassionate vibes from him. So much, that I would fish for his attention whenever I would pass by just to get that nod of approval which seemed to say, ‘Hope you had a good day at work. Have a good night’. A smile worth a thousand words and feelings that went straight to the heart. It was simply amazing how so much could be said with just a few expressions and no words.

Pic courtesy: laboursolutions.com

Karishma Rajan

The founder of The First Fork, Karishma likes to live in the moment and take life as it comes. Originally from aamchi Pune, she is swalp Bangalorean at heart and loves the Mumbaiya energy! Biking adventures, good food and inappropriate humour are things that get her going and she fantasises about going hitchhiking around the galaxy one day.