Free Stuff
As soon as the new General Manager joined, he threw a farewell party for the previous General Manager in the most famous restaurant of the city. The previous General Manager, new General Manager, Managing Director and the top officials sat at one table. The other employees sat at various tables ensuring that they stick to the same groups as in the office. The bearer was taking orders for food. All of them were placing orders for various kinds of food.
“Two plates Dal Makhni, two plates Shahee Paneer, two plates Dum Aloo, two plates Stuffed Gobi, two plates Raitha, ten pieces of Gulab Jamun and vanilla ice-cream at the end for everyone” said Anil.
“Brothers, does anyone want to order something else? All the stuff is free here”, said Vimal.
“Order Aloo Parantha and Rasmalai as well”, said Rajneesh.
“Rajneesh! Aren’t you diabetic?”, someone asked. Rajneesh replied “My friend, I do not care it in a party like this.”
“This was fun! God bless the new General Manager and may these parties continue like this in future also. We have not even completed half the dishes we ordered and my stomach is full and ready to burst!”
After finishing eating, the new General Manager got up from his seat and said “I will bid farewell to the previous General Manager and other top officials and come back.Till then, all the employees will remain seated at their tables”
After bidding farewell to the top officials and coming back, the new general manager announced to the employees that they will be allowed to leave their tables only after completing the food that they had ordered.
It was worth watching Rajneesh, Vimal and Anil’s situation there.
Grapes
Country’s prominent group started a hospital that was well-equipped with modern facilities in this city. The nearest bus stop was approximately one and half kilometres from the newly built hospital.The patients and their families, who didn’t have their own vehicles had to go by foot till the bus stop.
Parikshit daily passed in front of the hospital when going from home to the secretariat. Whenever someone requested him for lift, then he used to drop them at bus stop. One day, he was passing in front of the hospital like any other day. A Woman who was carrying some paper bags asked for a lift. Parikshit stopped his car. The woman thanked him and sat in the car.
“Where are you going? “ The woman asked, keeping the paper bag on the dashboard.
“I’m going to the secretariat. Where do you want to go?”
“I stay in Maheshnagar.”
“I cannot drop you at Mahesh Nagar but I can leave you at the nearby bridge. From there you can either walk or take a bus. “
“Thank you so much. I found you, otherwise reaching the bus stop is really exhausting!”
“No problem ….If you don’t mind, may I know your name?”
“Raashi”
After a few minutes of silence, Raashi pointed towards the paper bags leaning to pick some grapes and asked Parikshit “Do you want to have some grapes?”
“No, I am a diabetic.”
Parikshit and Raashi reached the bridge and Parikshit stopped the car. Raashida thanked him while getting out of the car and said “please take my mobile number”.
“I don’t need it but I would like to say one thing. I don’t have anything against you or your profession. But I request you not to use an institute of service like a hospital for that. Otherwise, no one would help another patient in need in future.”
