It was a dull day. I could not remember the last time I felt so spiritless. Nevertheless, one has to earn his livelihood and so I dragged myself slowly to the office. ‘It’s going to be a bad day’, I thought. I was walking drearily on the pavement of the big city when suddenly a commotion sought my attention. I identified the source – it was coming from an assembly of people at a distance. ‘What’s the matter?’ – I was tempted to join the group. I looked at my watch – still a few minutes left before I could be officially declared ‘late’ for the office. I consulted my guidebook for office principles and found rule 65 specifically stating – ‘Thou shall not attempt to arrive late at workplace – it ruins your appraisal but more importantly robs you of some of your hard earned money from your salary’. But who said that rules are always to be followed? So, I joined the continuously swelling crowd to take a firsthand account of whatever was happening. Ours is a country of onlookers / by