General Lighting
05-10-2009, 04:30 PM
This was written by a chap called Rajesh and posted to a blog aimed at people in middle management positions.. The timescale was been shortly after indpendence, when India was transitioning from the old colonial methods to new more "liberal" styles of running businesses.
Plantation Blues!
When I was working on plantations some years ago, I got
transfered to a rubber estate with a huge Manager's
bungalow. I absolutely loved having my own kitchen Garden
and promptly arranged for workers to dig up an 100 year old
lawn tennis court that no-one used. The tennis court had
great fencing and was the only place where my plantain
trees will be out of reach of wild boars!
I moved in with my pet, a very foul tempered old gander who
would bite and chase everyone, including me once in a while.
Three weeks later, the General Manager came visiting along
with the group manager of the property. I was out in my
division and heard about this later from by Butler. They
usually came once in a year, and I was not expecting this
visit!
Later in the evening when I reached office, I saw the
General Manager and Group Manager avoiding eye contact
and the Manager looking all worked up (I was the
Asst.Manager then). On my table was a memo seeking
explanation for digging up the lawn tennis court and planting
bananas!
Later, when I returned to my bungalow I was informed by
the Butler that the General Manager thought my Gander to
be a lovely pet (all fluffy and white like dream pillows) and
went to fondle it! The GM was bit in the butt and the Group
Manager was chased by the Gander into the erstwhile lawn
tennis court!
This could only happen once in their life time!
Plantation Blues!
When I was working on plantations some years ago, I got
transfered to a rubber estate with a huge Manager's
bungalow. I absolutely loved having my own kitchen Garden
and promptly arranged for workers to dig up an 100 year old
lawn tennis court that no-one used. The tennis court had
great fencing and was the only place where my plantain
trees will be out of reach of wild boars!
I moved in with my pet, a very foul tempered old gander who
would bite and chase everyone, including me once in a while.
Three weeks later, the General Manager came visiting along
with the group manager of the property. I was out in my
division and heard about this later from by Butler. They
usually came once in a year, and I was not expecting this
visit!
Later in the evening when I reached office, I saw the
General Manager and Group Manager avoiding eye contact
and the Manager looking all worked up (I was the
Asst.Manager then). On my table was a memo seeking
explanation for digging up the lawn tennis court and planting
bananas!
Later, when I returned to my bungalow I was informed by
the Butler that the General Manager thought my Gander to
be a lovely pet (all fluffy and white like dream pillows) and
went to fondle it! The GM was bit in the butt and the Group
Manager was chased by the Gander into the erstwhile lawn
tennis court!
This could only happen once in their life time!