We have a practice of separating employees from their working life, usually according to the level and position. But in general, it is a common farewell. Saw many bosses during his tenure. Let's say more, the bosses of different natures were caught.

Some step on others' feet, some listen with others' ears, some see with others' eyes, and some do not see people as people. Some of them are neither on the ground nor in the pot, and some are even bosses who consider themselves omniscient. But some were truly born to be leaders. I am also an eyewitness to the practice of pardoning all of them 'sat khat' on the day of farewell.

Farewell When the topic arises, I imagine myself as the boss and say goodbye. There are many emotions in my mind. I have tried to include them here in their wavering fantasy. Farewell work had started in the office since morning. The employees were moving in their own way.

Someone seemed to be trying to say something while entering my room, while others seemed to be trying to raise a topic of conversation in a different context. It was difficult to even guess where those I considered close were doing. Because they had been seeing each other for some time now. Why not - what do they have to do with me now? What should I do? Whatever I had to do for them, I had done, whatever they wanted to take from me, they had already taken.

Farewell program started. Many people spoke about me. "Now his absence will continue to shake the organization, the organization still needed his help" etc. Meanwhile, it was my turn to speak. It was hard for me to speak.

Because if there is no royal institution with such a long legacy, if the country is still running, what difference does it make if my brother is leaving such a great institution? How many came and went like me! How much difference will it make if I go? However, I closed my mind and finished my speech by remembering the words of formality. I received garlands, food, tika, signs of love. Lunch was well arranged. After the program was over, everyone was hurrying to their homes. My heart was heavy and my body was also feeling heavy at that moment.

I barely reached the gate of the office, there was no one around me, neither in front nor behind. Always the vehicle I would ride in was waiting at the gate but the driver was nowhere to be seen. I asked, "Khoi ta gumane?" 

The new driver said that he had already left saying that he had work at home. "You were telling Hakim Saab to leave the house today," he said. 'Did you say something else?' I asked.

'Sir!' He further said, 'He used to carry the bottles and other items brought to you as power/gifts/koseli on Dasaint to your house. But you never gave him anything. He is very upset that the owner of Saab turned on the light of his mobile phone to the driver's seat to see if the bottle would be released during the festive season. I used to talk like this all day long.'

When I said goodbye and left the gate, many things started playing in my mind. The driver who was always dedicated to my service, whom I always saw as a trick, never considered that he is also a person like me, he also has a stomach, he also has a heart, he also has a family, he also has to reach home on time. Perhaps this will be the result - he left today after transferring my last day of service to others. Along with the driver's story, the faces of many other employees started dancing in this way one after the other. 

The one I was leaning on, they had moved to support someone again. Those whose eyes I saw were also adding power to someone's glasses, whose hearts I understood, they were also going to understand someone else's mind. Those whom I considered to be my own, always looked for someone else like me, while those others, who worked without being flattered or flattered by anyone, were always chased by me. What must be going through their minds as I leave the office today? Now I had no choice but to think about it.

I thought - respect and dignity only lasts as long as the position is hot. I cursed myself - for not being able to tell right from right and wrong from wrong. I also felt regret - for not being able to develop a system within the organization. Always ended up fishing in murky waters, never encouraging the true and honest. 

When I was retiring from my job, I had the experience of not doing anything that others would remember. I just completed my contract as a contractor and was busy getting my name registered as a qualified contractor for the next contract. Questions continued to arise but time for answers was running out. I was getting to know everything only on the day of farewell. Now what could I do except repent! At this time, my inner heart was saying - 'Don't say goodbye to other bosses who repent like me.'