I never imagined such tension could be consuming me up. Unbearable, unending tension. At every moment and at every place. At work, at home, at outings, at bed and in the dead of the night making a night without end.

The hopeless nature of this unique predicament was that I could not do anything about it. Tension eases a little when you can at least expect the unexpected. But in my case I could not predict when and how it was going to come.

I was cursing myself bitterly. Cursing and cursing. For that ultimate folly that I did not knowing why exactly I did it. But I did it and I was paying for it every step of the way.

The nature of the predicament was horrifying. It hit me in unspeakable and unprintable words expressions and articulations. And I could do nothing about it. My profession did not allow me to switch off either my computer or my mobile. 

My folly was not that I decided to join the company and started working for it in good earnest. It seemed so good and so lively, so promising for past present and future.

My folly was not that I visited the discussion site of the company just once. What could possibly be wrong in that? I liked the company and I had some unanswered queries and questions in my mind. I could not figure out how to contact the boss or executives or office bearers directly. And I was very eager to know so many things. So I visited.

As I said only once. Because I was shocked and jolted out of it seeing the kind of discussions going on there. The profanity and horridness was just beyond description. I ran out to have some fresh air.

That gave me more questions. Why such an outstanding company failed to protect its privileged discussion room from lumpen elements!

But my folly was not that I visited one last time when the company announced the closure of the room. I was feeling happy and so I visited again and put my elated reactions over there. I had again to suffer through some comments which gave me still more questions. Anti-social elements want the room for venting their profane ejaculations, okay! But why on earth the good workers needed it too? After doing all the important work did they have so much spare time to indulge in there? Why don’t they just keep up with the good work and indulge themselves somewhere else! I already had problems doing my work and reciprocating. Because without reciprocal business this company’s business was just not done.

Bus all that had nothing to do with my cursed goddamned folly! How could have I done it!

My folly was that after commenting I ticked the future comment notification box out of habit and the follow up comments were not letting me sleep well!

One more frightening thought haunted me too. Since the company failed to protect its privileged discussion room would it be able to deactivate the comment thread ever!

If not, I would be damned. Can someone help please!