The young shirk-worker
18th May
My third day at iDiscoveri. [I must take you back into that cabin before we proceed to Day 3.] Well, after the monumental stir up I had begun to feel important enough to take some liberties. So, I got Mr. Rajpal to allow me some:
a. To have the privilege of exercising my discretion in coming to office. My point was that I might need to spend more time in libraries than on my office desk.
b. To get myself membership with the American Information Resource Center, and to get iDiscoveri to pay for it.
c. To accompany the iDiscoveri team that was to leave for teacher recruitment programme the next day to Nainital.
Though, as I mentioned that I was feeling important enough to demand these things, I was relieved on not getting a "No" to any of the above propositions.
Now, since the time my placement had been finalised with iDiscoveri, I had been nurturing a dream project. A project that would transform the activities of iDiscoveri and expand their horizons five-fold. But my CEO had just roped me in to his own dream project, and all my day dreaming was being proclaimed as idling. I must pat myself on the back for having had the kind of presence of mind under those challenging moments (when my voice, complexion, and courage had decided to leave me) to actually fall back upon some kind of reserve energy back-up and voice something. In a quivering voice I told Mr. Rajpal that if he didn't mind I had my own proposal to share, and asked him if this was the best time to share it. It is a personal observation that, unless it's a problem that commands clinical attention, authoritative men are generally seen to suddenly acquire a noticeable degree of patience when their subjects decide to find their voices. I must assure you though that Mr. Rajpal is really far from the monstrous image that my statements seem to paint of him: but, as I had earlier expressed, I had not very often been so cowed down. And Psychology has screamed its throat hoarse pointing out to the altered state of perceptiveness that people under such adverse circumstances enter. So, it was really nice to be heard out nicely. In fact, Mr. Rajpal expressed that he was glad that I was beginning to come up with my own ideas about expansion. However, before I could see myself become the hero that I had been seeing myself become all the while when I was planning this stuff, I was made to understand that it was not feasible this year. Mr. Rajpal made it clear that the only way I could convince him of the need to do it this year would probably involve going on a fast unto death.
I left the cabin….
The next day, iDiscoveri missed me. I had got the lease I wanted: my leash had been extended in length, only so that I could hang myself from a higher pedestal. You must understand that though studies do manage to grip my fascination at times, I am quintessentially not a bookworm (without the euphemism, read "Many would readily nominate me for the President of the National Association of Passive Aggressors to Academics"). And here I was, standing in the queue for membership with the American Information Resource Center, as a first step towards the mountain I had been asked to climb.
While leaving for the American… …Centre (which I decide to hereafter address as AC), I had been consoled by my rocket-diminishing optimism that places as elite and posh as the AC are generally frequented by some of the most promising girls that one can ever hope to see. "Yes", I said, "of course, where else?". During the seven-odd hours that I spent there, I must assure you, I did manage to catch a glimpse of textual material between my gazing for better sights. But remember, God does have sadistic tendencies. After I returned from the AC, I spent a little over two hours trying to find a logical argument to convince the AC authorities that they need to exercise some kind of a stringent screening procedure before admitting females into those august premises.
But, those glimpses of textual material yielded me the references of 67 books, 18 journals, and 8 CD ROM's that AC could supply me with, pertaining to my research. As, I'm certain you will agree, for a man with not the best kind of focus, that is a mighty impressive piece of work. Huh?
My third day at iDiscoveri. [I must take you back into that cabin before we proceed to Day 3.] Well, after the monumental stir up I had begun to feel important enough to take some liberties. So, I got Mr. Rajpal to allow me some:
a. To have the privilege of exercising my discretion in coming to office. My point was that I might need to spend more time in libraries than on my office desk.
b. To get myself membership with the American Information Resource Center, and to get iDiscoveri to pay for it.
c. To accompany the iDiscoveri team that was to leave for teacher recruitment programme the next day to Nainital.
Though, as I mentioned that I was feeling important enough to demand these things, I was relieved on not getting a "No" to any of the above propositions.
Now, since the time my placement had been finalised with iDiscoveri, I had been nurturing a dream project. A project that would transform the activities of iDiscoveri and expand their horizons five-fold. But my CEO had just roped me in to his own dream project, and all my day dreaming was being proclaimed as idling. I must pat myself on the back for having had the kind of presence of mind under those challenging moments (when my voice, complexion, and courage had decided to leave me) to actually fall back upon some kind of reserve energy back-up and voice something. In a quivering voice I told Mr. Rajpal that if he didn't mind I had my own proposal to share, and asked him if this was the best time to share it. It is a personal observation that, unless it's a problem that commands clinical attention, authoritative men are generally seen to suddenly acquire a noticeable degree of patience when their subjects decide to find their voices. I must assure you though that Mr. Rajpal is really far from the monstrous image that my statements seem to paint of him: but, as I had earlier expressed, I had not very often been so cowed down. And Psychology has screamed its throat hoarse pointing out to the altered state of perceptiveness that people under such adverse circumstances enter. So, it was really nice to be heard out nicely. In fact, Mr. Rajpal expressed that he was glad that I was beginning to come up with my own ideas about expansion. However, before I could see myself become the hero that I had been seeing myself become all the while when I was planning this stuff, I was made to understand that it was not feasible this year. Mr. Rajpal made it clear that the only way I could convince him of the need to do it this year would probably involve going on a fast unto death.
I left the cabin….
The next day, iDiscoveri missed me. I had got the lease I wanted: my leash had been extended in length, only so that I could hang myself from a higher pedestal. You must understand that though studies do manage to grip my fascination at times, I am quintessentially not a bookworm (without the euphemism, read "Many would readily nominate me for the President of the National Association of Passive Aggressors to Academics"). And here I was, standing in the queue for membership with the American Information Resource Center, as a first step towards the mountain I had been asked to climb.
While leaving for the American… …Centre (which I decide to hereafter address as AC), I had been consoled by my rocket-diminishing optimism that places as elite and posh as the AC are generally frequented by some of the most promising girls that one can ever hope to see. "Yes", I said, "of course, where else?". During the seven-odd hours that I spent there, I must assure you, I did manage to catch a glimpse of textual material between my gazing for better sights. But remember, God does have sadistic tendencies. After I returned from the AC, I spent a little over two hours trying to find a logical argument to convince the AC authorities that they need to exercise some kind of a stringent screening procedure before admitting females into those august premises.
But, those glimpses of textual material yielded me the references of 67 books, 18 journals, and 8 CD ROM's that AC could supply me with, pertaining to my research. As, I'm certain you will agree, for a man with not the best kind of focus, that is a mighty impressive piece of work. Huh?
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