The Password

Ah! Exasperated Mr HR and bannged his fist on the table.

“Why has it stopped now?” Asked he, from himself. There wasn’t anyone else present in the room. Amidst the silence it was strange, he wasn’t able to listen to the sound of the clock’s seconds. He was used to his clock’s presence, it seemed to have become his companion since his HR days.

He quickly dragged the stool nearby that shrieked as if, mounted on it, he, to closely observe if everything was alright with the watch. Opened the cell case and examined the socket to find that the cells needed a change. Using his reflexes, he rolled his suitcase and took out a new set of batteries that rescued him, immediately. He heaved relief. Sat against the wall, listening again to those sounds, absorbed in them he got again.

The things were orderly in his room. All have found a home as if. Not a thing could be seen laying casually, unattended. From the flower vase to immeculately folded clothes in the Almirah, everything was flawless.

He was admired and appreciated for his people’s skills. Working as an HR Head in one of the Asia’s Biggest Titan Corporatios had made him popular among his family and friends. Many award and laurels were decorated in his showcase, they all spoke volume about his devotion and decication for work.

He had that rarest of the knack of getting things done. Ask from him, and he would come up with answers of many queries in a sequentially non-inturrupted series. A lot of this was because of his training at Harvard Business School that had given him clarity in terms of non-diffused professional work domain. After his B.Tech in Computer Science from BHU Varanasi, he had decided to pursue his Masters from HBS, against the wishes and will of his Maa and Bauji.

In a loud Voice he called Dorjee from his room. He wanted to access the password for the wi-fi to send his mail to his colleagues. He had come here for a month. He was in his late forties.

In a relaxed way came Dorjee.

“Aren’t you late?” Raising his brows, asked Mr HR.

“Am I?” Replied smilingly, Dorjee.

“Why this password chage btw? Couldn’t understand the logic behind it? It would save so much of our time if we have the assigned password for everyday. Why to hassle so much?” His managerial persona was overpowering as if.

Aum laughed, for he too have joined Dorjee to go to the Prayer hall and do the cleaning work for today.

Replied he, “For everyday is a new day!”

“Who decides and sets it? I would like to talk to the person-in-charge. Give me his room no. Or, if needed be, I can have a brief meeting to discuss how powerful and efficient it could be, saving a lot of time and resources, if we have the same password for everyday.” Ordered He.

“The Master,” curtly replied Aum.

“Well, I do understand it is. Anyhow let me know the passcode.” He wasn’t used to wait and take orders from juniors. They looked quite young to him, to understand his nuances.

So, he asked and emphasised again: “The Password ?”

Replied Dorjee with his compliance, for today, it is: “_*HUMILITY*_”