An Eulogy for a start………

I still remember the early days of my HCL career, some workshops/trainings remain very vivid in my vagrant mind. A faculty striding in, should be in his mid 40’s, fining me for being late , asks the class to write a “Eulogy” for him.
After not thinking for a minute,I just wrote “ He was a human” and gave it back. He looked at me , quizzically pondering , came over and asked me , why there was a line, when he expected a paragraph. I diligently replied, I hardly know him, giving him a line was far too much. Besides, being in anger for missing a bus in the morning and paying the fine for arriving late for training, I did not restrict myself in expressing displeasure early in the morning, for writing an “eulogy”.'

He had a smile, and went back to the board. Wrote down his name, wrote down his likes and dislikes and of course what he did with HCL. He asked me whether this was enough. Again raising my displeasure, considering English Eulogy poetry and the Tamizh Culture of eulogy singing, it was the character of the person , which mattered and if he had thought an easier way , I could not evaluate his character.

I guess, he got irked so much , kept prodding, poking ( Not Facebook POKE!) and jabbing me all the whole time. I did have a tough time that day, but never forgot that man. Well, I needed to get “Even” with him. After that I could never meet him in those two years, the “Vendetta “was what I wanted.

July 2011:
As I waited for my friend’s parents, in the new KGP Guesthouse, I notice , a man who seemed familiar and did check in, into room no. 217. It seemed the face was familiar and in an instant , it flashed , that he was the “Eulogy” man. Quickly talking to the volunteers, who were handling important guests, I found out he was an alumnus. A big Management big shot. Should I? Or Should I not?
After all, it was too long a period for this “Vendetta”, but I did want it for sure.
So went into a plan of sorts. Visited the market. Ordered A Wreath.

For a change I did buy a small set of roses as well and yellow ones to be frank for the fickle minded.
Then I walked back to the guest house, with a small note which had my Eulogy. Trying to put together a character of sorts, mentioning his love for Sherlock and some amount of wordplay, on Shylock/ Sherlock and other necessary unnecessary devices, I did carry it myself to the room.
Saw the “Do not Disturb” sign. If there is a crass thing, that I have done, Knocking hard on the door even if the Door Bell was there. This person walked in and opened the door. I walked in and kept the Wreath on the Table. And then started to read , “ Bless the soul of Mr.X , for he is no more with us. “ and reading on…..the person’s face grew even more grim.
What happened next, is for you to say? What happened ……………….Complete the same with all your imagination.....