Resignation Letter
May 15, 2018
I resigned from my job today. Yes, the job I loved a lot, I resigned from that. Wanted to write a lot of things, but wrote the only one-line letter. It read, "Dear Sir, I want to resign from the job with immediate effect. Thanks, Yours faithfully, Rashi."
I wanted to address it, Dear Papa, or Respected Papa. but that was not permissible. Yes, it was an official letter, and offices do not recognize personal relations. The office is supposed to be hard, dry, sans any sensitivities. That is something I have been taught all through. And besides, he was, no sorry, he is my boss. I call him Papa whenever I am alone with him, but he is not my biological Papa. Yet, he is my papa, but I am not able to address him on the official document. But I will write now what I wanted to write. Maybe it is not going to be read by anyone, not by Papa. But I am sure, he is reading this letter while I am writing it.
Hello Papaji
My memories go back a year. I was in need of a job very badly. My family circumstances were so bad. Well, I never had access to the luxuries of life which many have, but I had access to the luxury of the love of my father, my mother, always. Money, well, always got to fill the stomach, got to wear the clothes, and always got a shed over our heads to avoid the rains, had the room to keep us warm in winter, and had the walls to keep us safe in cyclones. Had access to the happiness of smiles in the room. Yes, that was the happiness we defined in those times.
I still remember, when I was in class 6, after coming from school, I and my sister used to go to the fields near our house and pick vegetables, sometimes clean the weeds. We had our set of tools. The fields belonged to our neighbors, richer than us. Richer, because they had their own fields, they had television and refrigerators. We had our radio, no television. They used only cooking gas, we mostly used roadside wood for cooking. Cooking gas was used only when it was continuously raining for more than a day. We never used the cooking gas twice a day.
Yes, we never complained, enjoyed the closeness of parents, we enjoyed it when the stomach was full. We enjoyed it when we gathered in the quilt, together and avoided getting cold. And when I was not able to pay the fees for my matriculation, my one teacher paid for it. I passed that exam and returned the money to him much later.
Then I have to leave the security net of my parents and search for jobs. One, another, one more... Being a girl became an advantage in getting the job, a disadvantage in retaining the job. A girl, that too not rich, in bad need of a job, I understood very well, it was something I had to fight. Life in the world was not that safe, except with the parents. Got Married, but that life was also not safe. Father taught me to be silent, and I kept silent, but it was cyclone all around. And I was the unsafe, new, small tree, trying to establish myself with roots not so deep.
And Papa, then one day, when after changing a couple of jobs, when I was in your office, and you were my top boss, you realized that I was in problem in my life, and told me, "Don't worry, you are in safe hands." It was a shock, a pleasant, unbelievable, shocking statement. Me, fully run down, devastated, the statement was not of much value at that moment, only a ray of hope. But with time, the ray of hope became the full-blown light. And when my father left for heaven, I suddenly realized, I have found you, another man who will not hurt or use me, who will go to any extent to ensure that I am in comfort, to see that I have a smile.
You scolded when I committed a mistake, I even dreamt of you slapping me, but you took care of my mistakes, the guardian cum teacher of the child in me. That dream of you slapping me never brought fear in me except a fear, you should not get angry to tell me to leave the job. You corrected me, helped me to become better, stronger, safer - even by myself, confident.
But I am resigning now. I do not have anyone to look after your grandchildren, and I need your blessings to give them a life better than I started. I need your guidance to provide them the education so that they should not feel depressed like I used to feel. I am sure I will do something from home, take care of family, and also support it financially. Yes, I am sad that I am resigning, but still, Papa, bless me that I can do what you say, "Stand up, be confident, you are born to win, and you will win."
I hereby tender my resignation from the office. I hereby undertake to be always under your guidance. Promise me, you will not leave your daughter. Please.
Yours loving
Rashi
I resigned from my job today. Yes, the job I loved a lot, I resigned from that. Wanted to write a lot of things, but wrote the only one-line letter. It read, "Dear Sir, I want to resign from the job with immediate effect. Thanks, Yours faithfully, Rashi."
I wanted to address it, Dear Papa, or Respected Papa. but that was not permissible. Yes, it was an official letter, and offices do not recognize personal relations. The office is supposed to be hard, dry, sans any sensitivities. That is something I have been taught all through. And besides, he was, no sorry, he is my boss. I call him Papa whenever I am alone with him, but he is not my biological Papa. Yet, he is my papa, but I am not able to address him on the official document. But I will write now what I wanted to write. Maybe it is not going to be read by anyone, not by Papa. But I am sure, he is reading this letter while I am writing it.
Hello Papaji
My memories go back a year. I was in need of a job very badly. My family circumstances were so bad. Well, I never had access to the luxuries of life which many have, but I had access to the luxury of the love of my father, my mother, always. Money, well, always got to fill the stomach, got to wear the clothes, and always got a shed over our heads to avoid the rains, had the room to keep us warm in winter, and had the walls to keep us safe in cyclones. Had access to the happiness of smiles in the room. Yes, that was the happiness we defined in those times.
I still remember, when I was in class 6, after coming from school, I and my sister used to go to the fields near our house and pick vegetables, sometimes clean the weeds. We had our set of tools. The fields belonged to our neighbors, richer than us. Richer, because they had their own fields, they had television and refrigerators. We had our radio, no television. They used only cooking gas, we mostly used roadside wood for cooking. Cooking gas was used only when it was continuously raining for more than a day. We never used the cooking gas twice a day.
Yes, we never complained, enjoyed the closeness of parents, we enjoyed it when the stomach was full. We enjoyed it when we gathered in the quilt, together and avoided getting cold. And when I was not able to pay the fees for my matriculation, my one teacher paid for it. I passed that exam and returned the money to him much later.
Then I have to leave the security net of my parents and search for jobs. One, another, one more... Being a girl became an advantage in getting the job, a disadvantage in retaining the job. A girl, that too not rich, in bad need of a job, I understood very well, it was something I had to fight. Life in the world was not that safe, except with the parents. Got Married, but that life was also not safe. Father taught me to be silent, and I kept silent, but it was cyclone all around. And I was the unsafe, new, small tree, trying to establish myself with roots not so deep.
And Papa, then one day, when after changing a couple of jobs, when I was in your office, and you were my top boss, you realized that I was in problem in my life, and told me, "Don't worry, you are in safe hands." It was a shock, a pleasant, unbelievable, shocking statement. Me, fully run down, devastated, the statement was not of much value at that moment, only a ray of hope. But with time, the ray of hope became the full-blown light. And when my father left for heaven, I suddenly realized, I have found you, another man who will not hurt or use me, who will go to any extent to ensure that I am in comfort, to see that I have a smile.
You scolded when I committed a mistake, I even dreamt of you slapping me, but you took care of my mistakes, the guardian cum teacher of the child in me. That dream of you slapping me never brought fear in me except a fear, you should not get angry to tell me to leave the job. You corrected me, helped me to become better, stronger, safer - even by myself, confident.
But I am resigning now. I do not have anyone to look after your grandchildren, and I need your blessings to give them a life better than I started. I need your guidance to provide them the education so that they should not feel depressed like I used to feel. I am sure I will do something from home, take care of family, and also support it financially. Yes, I am sad that I am resigning, but still, Papa, bless me that I can do what you say, "Stand up, be confident, you are born to win, and you will win."
I hereby tender my resignation from the office. I hereby undertake to be always under your guidance. Promise me, you will not leave your daughter. Please.
Yours loving
Rashi
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