By definition Farewell is an act of parting or of marking someone's departure, which I do not intend to explain.
As March ended, it culminated the affiliation of a brilliant officer with Hashoo Foundation: Ms Shrifa. Now, as April is ending, Mr. Ameer has set out for a challenging career opportunity. In professional environment the setting for farewell is different than we had at college. The short homage ceremony is planned and enjoyed, and people continue with their jobs.
At Sharifa's moment, loads of tears were released. Managers, officers and interns lined up with their own cascade. I saw male colleagues' inevitable urge for building an obstruction around the pool in their eyes. Some men went up to the extent of mimicry, to show as if they were crying and successfully saved their "dignity" by not letting tear pour out of their eyes. With Ameer it was quite the reverse. Ameer seemed to struggle with constructing a barrier around his eyes as he listened to the emotional tributes from his colleagues. Meanwhile, the rest of the staff appeared happy on the variety in lunch and tried to give an impression that the departing officer will be missed by putting on artificial and imposed sad face.
Their colleagues said that Sharifa is hardworking, focused and ambitious lady with strong determination who went against all odds to be a working woman. Ameer was labeled with responsible, proactive and respectful gentlemen. The epic moment was when Kamal refered to Ameer as a USB that could fit in every computer system (department and programs) without getting corrupt or damaging the host's file.
I realize that farewell is just part of life, and continues as long as we live. You join a school or college and in the end its a farewell. You are part of a society, forum and group and in the end there is a departure. The tears, cheers and goodbyes are stitched to human nature. To be honest I shed tears at many of my goodbye moments. Because the takeoffs took me further away from good people. The emotions are for the good things you fear loosing.
Hence, it is the trace of your existence that remains with people and all other things dematerialize. Best of luck my first batch of working colleagues. :)
As March ended, it culminated the affiliation of a brilliant officer with Hashoo Foundation: Ms Shrifa. Now, as April is ending, Mr. Ameer has set out for a challenging career opportunity. In professional environment the setting for farewell is different than we had at college. The short homage ceremony is planned and enjoyed, and people continue with their jobs.
At Sharifa's moment, loads of tears were released. Managers, officers and interns lined up with their own cascade. I saw male colleagues' inevitable urge for building an obstruction around the pool in their eyes. Some men went up to the extent of mimicry, to show as if they were crying and successfully saved their "dignity" by not letting tear pour out of their eyes. With Ameer it was quite the reverse. Ameer seemed to struggle with constructing a barrier around his eyes as he listened to the emotional tributes from his colleagues. Meanwhile, the rest of the staff appeared happy on the variety in lunch and tried to give an impression that the departing officer will be missed by putting on artificial and imposed sad face.
Their colleagues said that Sharifa is hardworking, focused and ambitious lady with strong determination who went against all odds to be a working woman. Ameer was labeled with responsible, proactive and respectful gentlemen. The epic moment was when Kamal refered to Ameer as a USB that could fit in every computer system (department and programs) without getting corrupt or damaging the host's file.
I realize that farewell is just part of life, and continues as long as we live. You join a school or college and in the end its a farewell. You are part of a society, forum and group and in the end there is a departure. The tears, cheers and goodbyes are stitched to human nature. To be honest I shed tears at many of my goodbye moments. Because the takeoffs took me further away from good people. The emotions are for the good things you fear loosing.
Hence, it is the trace of your existence that remains with people and all other things dematerialize. Best of luck my first batch of working colleagues. :)
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| CD Hashoo F. (Ali) presenting appreciation token for Amir, in presence of HF Staff |
