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Techno Tandi, Butterfly’s true lover, had grown Mint leaves & green chilies in a small area in the perennial ‘wet-land’ below the eternally leaking overhead water-tank constructed by Topi Pissoo on single quotation basis. The ‘wet-land’ was exclusively used by Butterfly, Reno, Tandi , Chucker Batti and some lesser employees for cultural activities like rain dance and frequent local food festivals.
Chucker Batti, the Manager, followed contractor labor Tandi’s instructions most loyally and reached at Main Gate to see Satak and Reno running from one end to the other end of the Main Gate, from outside, while shouting ‘Fire-Fire’. He tenaciously joined them inch by inch and decibel by decibel. Now three of them were running like cete of badgers from here to there. The only variation was that he was shouting ‘fire-fire’ so cutely, with the last crab still in his mouth; from the inside of the closed Main Gate of LPG Plant.
They all, except the three drunken ones, sprung to action. They all knew there was practically no water to fight fire in case the fire reaches inside the Plant. They had been taught by the Local Management that the show must go on.
The all knowing, raincoat wearing, lowly learned, certificates accumulator , tobacco chewing, Bean Counter,Account Officer cum HR Officer Pujya Doshi - as per his role in the Fire Organization Chart- telephoned to Police, fire-brigade, Civil Authorities, Ambulance and the neighboring Oil Companies depots and ran out of Administrative Block to Security Block to help the injured , if any. He cleared the traffic and a truck load of filled cylinders without documents taking advantage of the melee at the main gate.Now he too was free to follow his bosses.
(To be continued…)