Pappedathy

As I was leaving the office pappedathy was still hard at work. She was bent over a paper and was hurriedly scribbling something on it. She is at present holding the charge of the assault against me.

Well she is no mean woman. She has done her masters in Traffic reforms, and is currently the most revered idiot on the subject in the department. Let me tell you she has a very sweet nature, only sucks up to certain base elements in the law at present. They caught her for some very shady deeds in her past. She would often make you believe that she is sucking up to you too. But if you don’t take very good care, she will have both your balls in her hand and would start squeezing the very life out of you. My historian tells me that she has this weakness ever since she got married; her man was so bitchy that she couldn’t ever get her cousin to stay in the house for one single night.

Well one can’t blame her for being so temperamental with her subordinates. She is often emotional too. Domestic subjugation has this effect, all those who has been through it has to compensate it somewhere. Otherwise their life would end up in a suicide note.

The other day she approached me and was very nasty with me over some one’s problem. Her histrionics were great. She made me believe that some one deserved something in some queer way. And she was very upset that I had harmed her favorite guy very wrongly. I was aghast. I had done the normal thing by going by the available records in the case. To me it does not matter whether the guy was deserving of anything or not. I can only go by what I see. The records showed that the guy had done certain things and that was all there to it.

But Pappedathy was so brazen to suggest that she was ready to alter records to suit her interests and I have to act on that. Well to me it is not much of a bother whether pappedathy acts with conscience or without it. What matters to me in such cases are what are in front of me. If they are correct what is there to speak of. If she has the guts to alter them and get the approval of the higher ups, why should it bother me? I told her to do whatever she wanted and she has now altered the accounts to suit her interests and not surprisingly her higher officer has approved of it.

Well they are the guys in charge and if they are not bothered about unnecessary wastage of government money what can I do about it? It is not that I can not react. I can, I have done so many times. And none has stood by me.

I could of course make it public like I am doing now. But as the lower level establishment is so totally corrupt, it is not going to get any where.

Do you know what the intellectual wizard is writing now? She is writing an account on something which she has laboriously tried to plant on me with the blessings of every fool in the establishment. This is to place her in the good books of certain low lives. They have some dope on her.

The story is like this. She has been trying ever so hard to place me in the bills to make me look bad. For this they have also prevented the new guy posted to the office from taking charge. All this is happening in broad daylight and with every body’s consent the law, executive, politicians and what not. Now they have cooked up an order to make me lend a hand in the bills and immediately after the H/O calls me to her cabin and hands over dozens of bills which she and pappedathy and others have paid. All of them are for filling gas in the office car for site visits.

This is a blatant lie as every site visit by the officers is more or less financed by the interested party. They would have probably filled the tanks of the office car to the full every time. These bills are shamelessly collected by the damned officials and submitted as vouchers they have paid themselves. I was stunned with what I saw. Every minion seems to have paid loads of money to make the car run! Now these come to a sizable amount. They want me to initiate the necessary procedure to get the amount from the treasury. All the bills were of course correct, with the names of the pumps correct numbers, dates and from different localities... These guys are careful about such things. Swindling is an art with them. I can’t do a single thing though I know that these are obtained in a very lousy manner.

I make the necessary arrangements to draw the money from the treasury. The bill is prepared and immediately afterwards the Driver of the car comes into play with a submission to the effect that the car needs maintenance and oil check and what not. This, clearly knowing every single dime has been taken out of the treasury for the spurious of all purposes.

In effect they have achieved two of their aims by this one move. One is to drain the allotted amount from the official head of account and get it in to their kitty. Two is to make way for large scale pilfering of funds for their personal purposes this way from other un monitored funds... This they can’t do if the money from the official head of account has been fully spent. They have often stated that they would do it with my knowledge and through my own hands. Well they have done it once again. Is there any worse disgrace than this, to be a mute witness when such rotten activities are merrily progressing through my own hands and I can do nothing about it?

No wonder they frequently prod me to resign, they think that I would get fed up with their scummish deeds and would move out. I have a better idea than that. I want to look at their faces while they are progressing from one humiliating deed to another. It is a riveting experience watching them, if you can suffer the nausea from it. Their ugly mugs have a totally corpse like quality now. The more they sink in this deadly mire the more cadaveresque they look. I do want to puke almost always. But I want to see the level of depravity they would sink into.

I have seen their photos and compared them. It is shocking how similar they look to each other. The difference in sex does not matter at all. They all look the same. They are soul less, sunken and depraved. If they have one frantic desire in life now that is to see me down. They have proved it beyond doubt that they would go to any length for that. Street theater is regular; they have introduced certain novel methods into it.

I normally abhor all types of depraved behavior. This is because of a certain style of upbringing people in my class have here. We are guarded from all baseness in childhood and can’t suffer them in our minds without great distress. I normally write about them with ease, but because of habits can’t be like that at all in public. I have tried to be brazen in public by way of experiment, but the shackles imposed by breeding are terribly strong. Some may even think that I have succeeded in breaking them. But that is not the case at all even now. They have done a character study on me and would enact only those lowly drama’s in front of me.

Incidentally they have subtly promised that they would go all the way on the morrow, expecting me to write something on them. As they are totally without conscience and shame anything could happen in a situation like that. Anyway, wait for further illuminations on the morrow. Think on characters like Pappedathy that you know in the mean time!