{"id":301,"date":"2006-06-27T14:26:27","date_gmt":"2006-06-27T08:56:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/chiragmehta.info\/chirag\/2006\/06\/27\/horror-of-appraisal-letter\/"},"modified":"2006-06-27T14:26:27","modified_gmt":"2006-06-27T08:56:27","slug":"horror-of-appraisal-letter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chiragmehta.info\/chirag\/2006\/06\/27\/horror-of-appraisal-letter\/","title":{"rendered":"Horror of Appraisal Letter"},"content":{"rendered":"

Ack:- Vaishali Ghogane<\/em><\/p>\n

There was a contest in a company to write a fictional story for 500 words max which would start with the line \u00e2\u20ac\u0153On a dark and foggy night, a small figure lay huddled on the railway tracks leading to the Bangalore station ” <\/p>\n

This is what one professional <\/strong>wrote for the contest……. surprisingly, it was adjudged the best short story ;;))<\/strong><\/p>\n

On a dark and foggy night, a small figure lay huddled on the railway tracks leading to the Bangalore station<\/strong>. At once I was held back to see someone in that position during midnight with no one around. With curiosity <\/strong>taking the front seat, I went near the body and tried to investigate it. There was blood all over the body which was lying face down. It seemed that a ruthless blow by the last train could have caused the end of this body which seemed to be that of a guy of around my age<\/strong>. Amidst the gory blood flow, I could see a folded white envelope <\/strong>which was fluttering in the midnight wind. Carefully I took the blood stained envelope and was surprised to see the phrase “appraisal letter”<\/strong> on it. With curiosity rising every moment, I wasted no time in opening the envelope to see if I can find some details about the dead guy. The tag around the body’s neck and the jazzy appraisal cover<\/strong> gave me the hint that he might be a software engineer. <\/strong>I opened the envelope to find a shining paper on which the appraisal details where typed in flying colors. Thunders broke into my ears and lightening struck my heart when I saw the appraisal amount of the dead guy!!!!! My God, it was not even, as much as the cost of the letter on which the appraisal details were printed….<\/strong> My heart poured out for the guy and huge calls were heard inside my mind saying “no wonder, this guy died such a miserable death”… As a fellow worker in the same industry, I thought I should mourn for him for the sake of respect and stood there with a heavy heart thinking of the shock that he would have experienced when his manager had placed the appraisal letter in his hand<\/strong>. I am sure his heart would have stopped and eyes would have gone blank for few seconds looking at the near to nothing increment in his salary. <\/p>\n

While I mourned for him, for a second my hands froze to see the employee’s name in the appraisal letter… hey, what a strange co-incidence, this guy’s name is same as mine<\/strong>, including the initials. This was interesting. With some mental strength, I turned the body upside down and found myself fainted <\/strong>for a second. The guy not only had my name, but also looked exactly like me. Same looks, same built, same name…. it was me who was dead there<\/strong>!!!!!!!! While I was lost in that shock, I felt someone patting on my shoulders. My heart stopped completely, I could not breathe and sprung in fear to see who was behind……… splash!!! Went the glass of water on my laptop screen as I came out of my wild dream <\/strong>to see my manager <\/strong>standing behind my chair patting on my shoulder saying, “wake up man? Come to meeting room number two. I have your appraisal letter ready<\/strong>” <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Ack:- Vaishali Ghogane There was a contest in a company to write a fictional story for 500 words max which would start with the line \u00e2\u20ac\u0153On a dark and foggy night, a small figure lay huddled on the railway tracks leading to the Bangalore station ” This is what one professional wrote for the contest……. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[166,4],"class_list":["post-301","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-forwards","tag-forwards","tag-fun","post-preview"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chiragmehta.info\/chirag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/301","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chiragmehta.info\/chirag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chiragmehta.info\/chirag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chiragmehta.info\/chirag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chiragmehta.info\/chirag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=301"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.chiragmehta.info\/chirag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/301\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chiragmehta.info\/chirag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=301"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chiragmehta.info\/chirag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=301"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chiragmehta.info\/chirag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=301"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}