My Dear Sir,
From the semantics, I wish to rise above and truthfully wish to say things, which perhaps, would ruffle you. And to be very fair to my grooming and decency, I never wish to say things, to hurt you, if you take this letter as one. If my emotions giving me the liberty to be mighty full to say things, then what I perceive in my observations, surely needs to be worded in fair language of communication. I cease to get drawn into an endless discussions with an individual who refuse to listen but to me you are not an individual; you are more than that. You are not an ordinary man to me. Let me say that man who dreams and say things out of box is not easy for many to understand.
You toiled, you worked hard, you pushed your way…you steered yourself and the organization during tough times….you managed yourself with absolute sincerity and gave thumping results. You talked about your dreams for hours and hours in marathon meetings…You did everything, which any die hard dreamer would do. While doing so at time times you failed to note your own flawed assumptions. Permit me to say, that these flaws were nothing to do with your caliber…I am talking about the externalities which are required to facilitate dreams …In your over whelming exuberance, you left those externalities ,totally unattended, whereby exposed yourself to unwarranted poking.
Brazens are the way of outlaws and so as that of a dreamers but difference is in the intentions of the two. With limited information in my hand, I refuse to judge you but Yes, to be very precise in my saying that I wish to share with my boss all the grey areas which he perhaps could not envisaged as one. Tiring circumstances and mocking accusations couldn’t take away the sheen from the real Gladiator of the management and you are that Gladiator to me but in your armor I saw the chink. While dreaming or implementing your dreams ,you left many corners unsecured.
I saw a very perceptible drift; initially I took it as aberration but with passage of time to my pain it turned into an indigestible sight to me. It pained so much to see that competence of high caliber individual like you got incapacitated by the rogue elements with covert intentions. Mediocrity attained the undue prominence, whereby the critical flight of your pragmatic dreams got grounded, before it could take off.
Mediocre don’t dream, they just work…If left at the helm of affairs for critical inputs, they just deceive and pretend to be the most humble servant. And that’s what they did and that did not served well to fetch the desired results. Many a time you tried to read my disposition with terms, by which you never did befor.
To me it was very unsettling and I was feeling stifled. I realized that something drastically missing and eventually it turned into a stalemate of silence between us. Communication ceased…It is believed that silence speaks better but my silence refused to be eloquent…I never rested from the silence,I knew one day we will talk about this. How can I see MY MENTOR go through the emotional tyranny concieved by a deceitful world? I know truthfully you are a true leader…You never played to gallery…You never believed in cheap popularity…You stood as you are…You stood by your dreams…your beliefs…. but you faltered in mustering the real resources to give the final punch of invincibility….I am sure you would read this line again and again because you know now that there are people who still consider you as towering personality of our organization…Minnows of treacherous world, may momentarily dwarf your existence but I know you are a man of substance… You can never be victim of conspiring mediocres…I see in you a real man…a real fighter…. AN IMPOSING MAN OF SUBSTANCE: MY BOSS