THE VACANT ROOM
Paranjoy walked towards the room of Menon. He worked as an Associate Professor in National Institute of Business, where Menon worked as the Country Manager. Till yesterday. For the past five years.
The calmness surrounding the room made Paranjoy wistful. Just the day before, it was a room buzzing with activity. Several faculties and students would crowd the room, and animated discussion could be heard from the doors and the adjoining rooms.
Paranjoy stood in that piercing silence for fifteen minutes. He then retraced his steps and went to his room. It was around lunch time, and he had no classes remaining to be taken for that day. He was hungry, but held himself from opening his tiffin box. He used to have lunch with Menon every day, who was rather fond of Paranjoy even though he was his boss. Often they would venture out and have a bite at the nearby KFC during lunch.
Paranjoy couldn’t bring himself to have his lunch. Tears rolled down his cheek. He remembered moments of togetherness he shared with Menon. Often they would go back together after a hard day’s work, with Menon giving him the ‘lift’ in his car. On rare occasions, they even had a drink or two together in the evenings.
The phone rang. It was Menon on the other side of the line.
“How’re you doing?” he inquired.
The conversation continued for a while. Soon after, Paranjoy said “Yes, I’ll meet you in Lucknow over the weekend. We’ll discuss about it.”
The present state of Education has been bothering Paranjoy for long. He has noticed that in his college the students are increasingly deteriorating in standards. The entire Academic system seem to have gone haywire. Lack of accountability and loosening of strictness have created havoc benefitting neither the student nor the faculty. The faculties with a higher pay packet are always on the chopping block. Paranjoy was irked when Menon was handed over the pink slip.
Menon came from a wealthy background. Paranjoy remembered the gala time he had with Menon for three or four days a few months back during their Institute sponsored vacation to Nainital.
“Paranjoy, I’m really fed up with Academics in our country. We’ve such sub-standard students these days, and our employers expect miracles from us. When I am teaching in class, I hardly encounter any intelligent question from the students. But when these deficient students fail to secure any employment, the entire blame is put on the shoulders of faculties, especially higher ups in the ranks like Director, Dean & HOD. The truth is that we aren’t magicians who can work miracles. Our arduous labor can only yield marginal results within this short span of a professional course overloaded with subjects and activities.”
Paranjoy asked “What do you intend to do?”
Menon replied “I have properties in Lucknow, which have acquired the status of a heritage site, besides some agricultural land. I want to set up an independent business in the travel sector. Paranjoy, you started your career in the Airlines sector and have some contact in the Industry too. Why don’t you join me in this endeavour, and we set this up in partnership. I know there is a huge potential in this sector. Initially the earnings may be less, but I am hopeful it will pick up in a few month’s time.
Paranjoy had sought some time to give his decision on the proposal. Even Menon was aware that and erudite Paranjoy felt like a fish out of waterin this murky academic atmosphere, where unethical practices are increasing with every passing day.
That day before leaving his Institute, Paranjoy tendered his resignation at his office. As he kept driving towards his home, several thoughts crowded his mind.
“Have I done the right thing to leave the job?”
For Paranjoy the sacking of a competent Menon was too much of a shock to accept it silently.
It was getting dark. Paranjoy consoled him and drew his inspiration from the words of his favourite poet Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a wood and I – I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference
Soon, he reached home and asked his brother to book him a ticket for Lucknow.