Dear editor,
Following some controversies last month, we were told to refrain from addressing issues that may run the risk of being misunderstood and seen as an intrusion into unicef’s internal administration. Yet we are experiencing somewhat similar controversies involving performance of a unicef country office, and that too in an offensive language. If anyone feels an irresistible urge to interject in unicef affairs in the way of comments and suggestions, perhaps this is not the best platform. Whatever the platform one eventually uses, I should think it is always possible to do so within the confines of decency and realism; after all we are but what the name suggests, - retirees.
In a sub-group setting this was discussed time and again and one question keeps on reverberating - what is the role of retirees as a group with respect to unicef’s administrative decision and programme intervention? Does the group enjoy some level of latitude to intervene into unicef activities either at field or hq levels? Interesting discussions ensued. Some felt strongly that unicef staff never retires and therefore, retains the responsibility of interjection!! Another school of thought was that once retired, the staff members should act as former staff devoid of any role whatsoever. In support of the latter a former colleague forwarded a write up (called *the fused bulb concept*) on how high level government officials in India are coping with post-retirement life which I am appending below with a view to starting a conversation.
We do need to decide as to how we want to use this platform and conduct ourselves or else chaos will soon be upon us.
This is a modest attempt to start the process of defining a decent, useful, non-abrasive and pleasant role for retirees. A healthy and constructive conversation is expected. No offense meant!!
Best regards. Sharif Alam, NY
*The Fused Bulb Concept*
A senior executive retired and shifted from his palatial official quarters to the housing society, where he owned a flat. He considered himself big and never talked to anyone. Even while walking in the society park every evening, he ignored others, looking at them with contempt.
One day, it somehow transpired that an elderly person sitting beside him started a conversation, and they continued to meet. Every conversation was mostly a monologue with the retired executive harping on his pet topic, “Nobody can imagine the big post and high position I held before retirement; I came here due to compulsions”; and so on, and the other elderly person used to listen to him quietly.
After many days, when the retired executive was inquisitive about others, the elderly listener opened his mouth and said, “After retirement, we are all like fused bulbs. It does not matter what a bulb’s wattage was, how much light or glitter it gave, after it gets fused.”
He continued, “I have been living in this society for the last 5 years and have not told anyone that I was a Member of the Parliament for two terms. On your right, over there is Vermaji, who retired as General Manager in Indian Railways. Over there is Singh Saheb, who was a Major General in the Army. That person sitting on the bench in spotless white dress is Mehraji, who was the chief of ISRO before retirement. He hasn’t revealed it to anyone, not even to me, but I know."
“All fused bulbs are now the same – whatever its wattage was – 0, 10, 40, 60, 100 watts – it doesn’t matter now. Neither does it matter what type of bulb it was before it got fused – LED, CFL, Halogen, Incandescent, fluorescent, or decorative. And that, my friend, applies to you too. The day you understand this, you will find peace and tranquillity even in this housing society.”
"The rising sun as well as the setting sun are both beautiful and adorable. But, in reality, the rising sun gets more importance and adoration, and is even worshipped , whereas the setting sun is not given the same reverence. It is better to understand this sooner than later”.
Our current designation, title and power are not permanent. Keeping lot of emotions with these things only complicate our life when we lose this one day.
Remember that when the game is over, the king and the pawn go back in the same box.
Sent from my iPhone