Beneath the mirrors, down in the trenches, worked an engineer named Pavan. Pavan was a man of modest habits and immodest experience, with a knack for untangling problems before they became crises. Pavan’s solutions were simple, almost criminally so—duct-tape genius, some called it, although Pavan preferred the term “elegant.”
One day, a peculiar problem arose in the kingdom of Verdant Horizons: the grand automation system, which ensured all the castle gates and drawbridges worked in synchrony, had begun to falter. It was a mild inconvenience, really—one bridge stuck here, one gate refusing to open there—but it was enough to catch the COO’s mirrored gaze.
Pavan, who had dealt with the system for years, quickly identified the issue: a corroded relay box. “A new relay box and a bit of recalibration,” he suggested, “and it’ll be good as new. Two days’ work, tops.”
But alas, Pavan was not among the COO’s chosen few. In the COO’s hall of mirrors, where decisions were evaluated not for their effectiveness but for their flair, Pavan’s suggestion was dull. “A relay box?” scoffed the COO. “Where’s the vision? The scale? The strategy?”
Enter Kartik, the COO’s deputy, a man whose talent lay not in solving problems but in magnifying them. “Sir,” Kartik began, his tone grave, “the relay box isn’t just corroded. It’s symptomatic of a deeper malaise. This entire system is obsolete. We must redesign it—nay, reimagine it—from scratch!”
The COO’s eyes sparkled. “Reimagine,” he echoed, the word rolling off his tongue like a fine wine. “Tell me more.”
Kartik, sensing his moment, launched into an elaborate vision. The new system would be cloud-enabled, blockchain-secured, AI-driven, and peppered with buzzwords Pavan didn’t even know existed. It would take two years and a fortune to build, but it would, Kartik assured them, revolutionize the gates and drawbridges industry.
The COO was sold. “Brilliant!” he declared, and immediately authorized the project.
Pavan, ever the realist, tried to interject. “Sir, while this is being built, the current system will continue to fail. What if we—”
“Pavan,” interrupted the COO, with the patience of a parent explaining why chocolate shouldn’t be eaten before dinner, “you must learn to think big. Kartik is showing us the future. Let’s not waste time patching the past.”
And so the great overhaul began. Architects were summoned, consultants flown in, and millions spent on slide decks filled with phrases like “paradigm shift” and “leveraging synergies.” The drawbridges, meanwhile, continued to falter, forcing employees to climb over walls and wade through moats. But no one dared complain, for fear of being labeled resistant to innovation.
Months turned into years. The grand new system was finally unveiled, a shining marvel that required twenty operators to manage what had once been automatic. It worked, though inconsistently, and only when the AI algorithms weren’t trying to calculate the square root of infinity.
The COO declared it a triumph. Kartik was promoted to Vice Emperor of Visionary Disruptions. Pavan, meanwhile, retired quietly, his contributions buried under layers of PowerPoint.
But here’s the twist: the relay box that Pavan had suggested replacing? It had never been touched. It sat there, corroded but functional, quietly bridging gaps in the grand new system’s logic. Pavan had replaced it on his last day, slipping it into the blueprint as a failsafe. It was his final act of duct-tape genius.
As for the COO, he spent his days gazing into his mirrors, content in the knowledge that he had overseen greatness. And the mirrors, like all good mirrors, reflected back exactly what he wanted to see.
-- Pradeep K (Prady)
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