Page 60 - Love Story of a Commando

I could not resist the sight of the grandeur and glory that this facility
radiated.
Every aspect of the building from workspaces to the conference
rooms to a fitness centre and the parking space was thoughtfully designed.
There were large open floor areas and the top floors were set back a few
meters from the boundary in order to provide an outdoor deck, while the
ground floor was set back to form a reception and shopping colonnade. The
building was made up of frames, vertical tubes, horizontal and vertical plates
with an excellent view of the city landscape. There was a concreted trail
surrounded by shrubs and trees leading to the main building, enhancing the
natural beauty around. Utterly beautiful!
When we entered the elevator the others there glanced at him more
than usual. One could sense his legitimate government official persona
which was such a misfit in that high end corporate culture with people
roaming in slit skirts and linen shirts. He looked unmoved by any of the
glances, reflecting only sternness from his face. We stepped out of the
elevator to the eighth floor which was solely dedicated to data servers. We
went through the regular security check and I introduced him to the tech
guys who took him inside.
I heaved a sigh of relief and plopped down quite gladly on the plush
sofa which was at the reception area along with a Birchwood table. I flipped
through a few magazines, played a few mobile games, tried calling a few
friends, closed my eyes for a while and even strolled in the compact area for
some time till he came out with those two tech guys and shook his hands
with them quite warmly.
That hurt!
I had spent an entire day with this man, even received him from the
airport, and he behaved as though I was an insignificant creature. And look
at these two guys who were with him for some two hours but managed a real
warm handshake from him. The job of a middleman sucks actually.
The humiliation did not end there as I had to escort him back to his
government guest house in Naval Nagar where I signed all the papers on his
behalf as instructed by my company, made him comfortable and then headed
back to my place by nine o’clock at the night. Meanwhile I also got a nasty
call from the company driver who shot out some W words like what? where?
why?, only to hang up happily once he knew I’d return by myself.
That was one savage day in my life that went by in a jiffy with the
end result of me going to sleep quite miserably and hungrily.
Some days are just like that. You have no control over them. You will
scratch your head, curse the planet or simply keep going but it would end
only with the setting sun and sparkling stars up in the sky. There is not much