|Most railway goods yards resemble buildings like these!|
At times, there would be no loads to handle and the men used to chit-chat and discuss everything under the sun. I was posted with a fifty something lady colleague, imagine how she would have felt when she first met me- a girl in her late teens with shortly cropped hair and brimming with worldly knowledge on communism and socialism. Well, all those 'isms' did not help me that fateful day. It was break time, all of us were happily seated in the enclosure called Dining Room having vada and kesari. The 'dining room' was actually a corridor hidden out of the office hall by a few rickety cupboards and we used to sit atop old wooden boxes, gifted by Hyder Ali to Tippu Sultan, probably! We were supposed to wear uniforms then, gentlemen in green shirts and navy blue pants and women in white blouses and blue sarees- uniform 'uniform' code! You won't know the difference between a clerk and a waterwoman, both in same sarees! Men usually come in colored attire and when someone comes for inspection, they keep few green shirts handy and change them in a wink. A few such green shirts always hung in our dining area. It so happened that day someone spilt kesari on the boxes and we cleaned the 'sitting area' with a green shirt hanging there. I promptly returned the used dirty shirt to the peg and after a fine break we were back to the office.
Who would not sleep after a hearty meal? Feeling too drowsy to even speak to my colleague, i folded my hands on the table and started sleeping in the sitting position ( i became a pro now, i can snore in any given position after working in Railways!). Officers of our department have the knack of doing surprise inspections at the most inopportune moments! That day, a senior officer from Chennai had come on surprise check and we absolutely had no idea of it. We usually have some 'night watch' and he came screaming - "abeeeeeeesar! abeeeeeeeesar!". Everyone sat upright, men ran into the dining room for uniform shirts and came back wearing them. Blessed me, i was still the 'sleeping Angel'. The Officer had walked in and saw me asleep. He tapped on my table and went forward. Hearing the tap, i opened half the eye and the person i could see was my supervisor in a green shirt! Something in his shirt front caught my attention- cleaned kesari splashed generously on his shirt all over!!! He was rather oblivious to this and was saying-" Good morning sir! Good morning Sir!" to the visiting official. I could not control my laughter looking at his kesari drenched shirt and his 'good morning'! I roared in laughter and only then did i notice a gentleman in front of me! Oh my! I stood bolt upright and said my " good morning" pensively. The official's face was masked, devoid of any expression, as it is, of all inspecting officials. He enquired my name and designation. Oh no! Not a good sign at all!
The after math of the sleeping episode was horrible, i was transferred to Reservation Office, where i could simply not sleep. As a mild punishment(?) i was posted in Enquiry- God i really sympathise with all those working there! There were four phones that would ring incessantly and i would keep on saying like a broken record- " Good morning Enquiry!" All my good mornings became gooey mornings after my sleeping escapade!!! Rule Number one that i learnt from this episode- " Never ever clean tables with green shirts!"
That was such an interesting post - straight from the keyboard of a Railway officer.ReplyDelete
I couldn't help smiling, trying to picture your boss in his soiled green shirt :)
Hey Purba, thanks for your lovely comment, but no, am not a Railway Officer, simply a poor senior clerk who was a senior clerk, aho is a senior clerk and who will retire a senior clerk! LOL!!!ReplyDelete
hi nive, very interesting to read. after some really serious topics u have proved your capability on the lighter side too. expecting more such write ups.best wishes.ReplyDelete
Hey Ramnath:) Thanx a ton yaar:) Me humbled...Shall try to put in some more lighter side posts occasionally:)ReplyDelete
Hats-off to you..... The first Govt. Servant to bring out with the truth!!!! Keep posting.... Best Wishes :-)ReplyDelete
Thanks a lot Dear Newton, for your first comment on my blog:)Sure, more will follow:) Thanks again:)ReplyDelete
All right. But the photo which you have put and underneath you have written something which goes like this, "Most railway goods yards resemble buildings like these". That was indeed a good comedy. Adhue endha oor goods shed'nu konjam sollunga paakkalam....ReplyDelete
Well... a NAP after Lunch session,, and cleaning the table wit some one else's shirt.. all means .. u still have tat AVRMV work culture Built in wit u.. now I understnd why we like ppl also got affectd by the culture created by the supermst seniors of the school.ReplyDelete
Hi Vjn, Thanks for your comment! The station in the picture is Umaria, UMR, in MP, India. Its just a picture to say how Railway buildings look like...ReplyDelete
Dear Anonymous...what you say is right:) May be we learn the after lunch naps frm there:)ReplyDelete
hehe....awww sum1 shud teach dem how power naps improve efficiency :oReplyDelete
changed ur theme rite? looks pleasant :)
LOL! Sadiya:) Thanks for your comment. Power naps? hahahaha! Yeah, i changed the theme and happy you like the new one:)ReplyDelete
lol,Good one. please continue to write more of your experience as govt servant.ReplyDelete
Thanks for your comment, Sathya. Will sure write more:)Thanks for your time:)ReplyDelete
Ah Nivedita ROFWL!! Yes yes.. I feel like singing now "We are family....!" Yes, most of the railway buildings belong to the days of Lord Dalhousie. What about the railway bunglows? Each one has its own resident ghost. And the funny thing is that when the white man left he left behind lots of brown men with the same attitude. But on a more serious note, the Indian railways is probably one of the biggest one and moves the largest numbers of goods and people! You must read Ruskin Bond's "Railway ghost stories"and Carl Muelller's "Jam Fruit tree". The later is about an engine driver from the british days in Sri Lanka ..Thanks a ton for the wonderful gift!ReplyDelete