Sunday 14 December 2014

Jai Ho Chamchi Queen!



     I had the (mis) fortune of working with a self-professed ‘chamchi’.  In my eighteen and a half years of service in a reputed public sector organization, I had seen several variants of toadies, but this particular lady took the bakery! She had a ‘Chamchi Quotient’ (CQ) of 100 on a scale of 1 to 100. Thus she was a cent per cent, true-blood ‘chamchi’.
     She was fair and attractive and hence made utmost use of her looks to gain ‘mileage’.  I then truly understood why multi-national pharmaceutical companies spent crores on advertising fairness creams to the ‘lesser-endowed’ damsels! 
     Of course, her other ‘praise-worthy’ traits of ‘chamchagiri’ were in her DNA, lovingly nurtured by her, throughout her life; it seemed. All her clever 206 bones oozed ‘chamchagiri’.     In fact, so adept was she at manipulating, scheming, one-upmanship and toadying, that I was convinced that she’d have an alternative career, if she ever quit the organization.  That of being the Chairperson of a University which gave excellent training and bestowed a Ph.D in ‘chamchagiri’!  She could even patent her brand! 
     Her witticisms or gems of wisdom included statements like ‘The Boss is always right.  If my Boss asks me to sweep the floor, I’ll do it for him/her.  Ego massaging is very important.’  You get the drift, right?
     She’d bandy around these statements loudly so that all around her would hear and act accordingly.  She wanted to be the role-model for ‘chamchagiri’ and hence expected her subordinates too, to hold a candle to her ‘illustrious’ persona!  And all hell would be unleashed on those who didn’t butter her up and ‘foolishly’ tried to cross swords with her.  She’d see to it that those persons were reduced to nervous wrecks.  How? 
        By carrying fictitious tales about them to the superiors, getting them castigated in front of the whole office by the Boss; getting their Confidential Reports sullied, or better still, getting them transferred prematurely! I had caught her red-handed in one such ‘ear-filling’ session and given her a chunky piece of my mind, right in front of the equally-red-faced Boss, after which she always maintained a safe, wary distance from me. All the others in the office had marveled at my ‘courage’ to take ‘panga’ with her.
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     Everyone in the office would wonder about her proficiency in ‘managing’ things and the single-minded dedication to her machinations and of course ‘chamchagiri’. 
     She’d often form a mutual admiration society with the current Boss, and with her cronies; while simultaneously running down others in the office, and the ‘unfortunate’ former Bosses; with disparaging remarks.  She’d carry the work done by her subordinates to the Bosses for approval, acting as though she had done them or got them done in no time at all!  She was supposed to be the super-fast engine and all the others were slow-coach morons.  The fact was that she rarely worked.  She just didn’t have time to work as she was busy with ‘Corporate and caste-based, divisive Politics’!  She followed the ‘Divide and Rule’ policy to a T.
     The extent of her toadying influence could be seen by the fact that she was on very pally terms with the Bosses!  She’d talk to them very casually and even poke fun and ridicule them with gems like ‘ullu ka pattha’ and the old Boss would fawn and grin over her reprehensible, objectionable comments, ignoring the fact that he had been maligned by her! Her ‘Halo effect’ always worked on the poor Bosses.
     When a lady Boss was transferred, this ‘chamchi’ gave a speech which glorified the Boss and ended with “Madam, I hope you will not forget me.”  She had taken care to inform all of us, in her speech, that Madam was like a mother-figure to her and that she apprised Madam of all her personal problems too.  She got a sari from this Boss as a personal gift on that occasion.
     No wonder, when she would tell the Boss, “My son is very small and needs my attention now.  I must see him off to school daily and be back home before he reaches so that I can spend quality time with him,” the Boss would melt like butter and give her permission to reach office late and leave office early, everyday!  Often, she’d also hitch a free ride home from the Boss and other seniors in their cars and take some of us along, so as to not make it look obvious. But then these are the perks of ‘chamchagiri’. 
      She’d accompany the Boss and her family for her personal shopping sprees. She’d also solicitously enquire about the Boss’ family and family problems and offer advice and solace; to earn brownie points.
     Curiously, this ‘chamchi’ couldn’t tolerate any other person toadying up to the Boss.  She’d tarnish that person’s image in front of the Boss till he/she started hating that ‘toad’.
     This ‘chamchi’ would boast that she could get the Boss to do her bidding by just ‘making a very innocent face.’  Wow, she’d have made an excellent Oscar-winning actress.
     Her justification was that people at her level didn’t need to work.  “If I work, it’s a shame on all of you.  Why should I work when I have so many sub-ordinate officers, and staff?  The Boss has assured me that as one goes up the Corporate Ladder, one’s physical work-load lessens, hence I needn’t feel guilty if I’m not working,” was her brazen explanation.
     Thanks to all her relentless and super-efficient ‘chamchagiri’, she got all those who toadied up to her, good CRs and promotions; and also ensured that they got very convenient and plum postings.
     Life for her was so cushy in the office that she roamed the premises like a Queen, smug and condescending.  She’d often remark, “I am the ruler of these seven acres” as if she was the Queen of that Kingdom!
     If anyone in the office made a mistake, she’d raise a hue and cry about it and if she made one, she’d be as quiet as a mouse.  Of course, since she rarely did anything, she couldn’t make one!  If she did, she’s pass the buck down the line.  The bouquets were always hers and the brick-bats were always others’!  She obviously didn’t believe in collective responsibility and team-work. The credit was always hogged by her, solely. She’d even claim credit for others’ ideas by unscrupulously usurping them, often right from under their noses!
     She had managed to cling to this particular posting for 7 long years whereas officially, Officers were transferred once in every 3 to 4 years.  She wanted to remain ‘life-long’ (as per her own admission) in that office and enjoy a cushy life there, by getting promoted ‘in-situ’! Hence it was not surprising that when her time came to be transferred elsewhere, she pulled all strings to remain right where she was and got another person, that is yours truly, transferred; before 3 years.  Good riddance to the thorn in the flesh; from both sides, I assure you!
     Oh, and by the way, as per regular reports, this ‘chamchi’ still occupies pride of place in that organization, gets plum postings; and goes about her shenanigans religiously.  This one would surely put all the ‘kutte ki dums’ to shame!
     Now, I’ve voluntarily retired from that organization; but the delicious/nauseous tales of her ‘chamchagiri’ continue to tickle me and sicken me, in equal measure!
The copyright of this write-up is with Mrs. Priya Ramesh Swaminathan.

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