He came. He sat. He swapped your seat.

Everyone in the office knew Ajay.
Not because he was loud.
Not because he was productive.
But because no one ever had the same chair two days in a row.

Ajay had a supernatural gift.
If a chair creaked, tilted, or lacked what he called “adequate leg ventilation”, he could detect it from three cubicles away.
He moved silently—like a cat burglar, but for an ergonomic furniture.

If you went for chai, you came back to find your seat replaced with something that looked like it had been a part of roadside scrap.
Ajay left no note. No apology. Just a slightly warmer seat.

Desperate colleagues started defending their property:

• Bright stickers reading “This is Mine, Ajay”
• Chains and mini padlocks
• One guy even tied a cable to his chair (to make it “family”).

Didn’t matter.
Ajay always found a better chair.

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The Throne He Shouldn’t Have Touched

One Monday morning, Ajay walked in with a sore back.

And then he saw it—
The Grand Throne.
Thick cushions. Chrome handles. Smooth hydraulic lift.
It looked like the kind of chair that came with a corporate credit card.

Without hesitation, he swapped it with his wobbly one.

By 11 AM, Ajay’s posture had improved.
By 2 PM, HR was standing at his desk.

“You’ve taken the CEO’s chair,” they whispered.
“He’s at a board meeting… He’ll be back soon.”

Ajay panicked.
He tried to swap it back, but it was too late—someone else had taken his old chair and claimed it was his.

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The Chair That Broke the Career

The CEO walked in.
Stopped.
Eyebrow raised.

“Comfortable?” he asked.

Ajay’s brain short-circuited.
He considered:

• Faking a spinal injury
• Pretending to faint
• Reciting The Office Constitution, Article 3: All Chairs Are Equal

Instead, he swallowed and whispered:
“…Very.”

The CEO smiled.
“Well then, I expect an equally cushioned Performance report.”

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Epilogue:

Ajay never swapped chairs again.
He now works on a yoga ball, occasionally bouncing during client calls like an overly enthusiastic fitness instructor.

The CEO’s chair?
Now has a fingerprint scanner, a GPS tracker, and armed lasers.

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Moral of the Story:
In the Game of Chairs, you either win… or you end up on a yoga ball.
Some thrones are meant to be admired from afar, because the closer you get, the more you realise they’re guarded by dragons, policies, and the occasional CEO eyebrow.

Remember:

• Comfort comes at a price.
• And in every office jungle, survival isn’t about finding the perfect chair—it’s about not sitting in the one that belongs to the person who can fire you.

So next time you see a seat that looks like it was blessed by the gods of posture… resist.
Or at least check the nameplate first.

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