DUTY AT PEAK TIME
It was 1am, as me and Falgun came out of the cinema hall after watching yet another ‘time pass’ flick on the run. Our eyes were drowsy as we managed to fit ourselves in an already overcrowded elevator to reach the car park in basement. As we cross the dead, cold cars in the basement to reach ours, Falgun is busy cursing the filmmakers. ‘Chance Pe Dance’ the movie was yet another chewed subject of struggling actor trying hard to find his footing in Bollywood played by Shahid Kapoor, whose love interest is played by Genelia. The haywire script left the audience in confusion. “Such movies are just another chance for the producers and filmmakers to dance with our money,” Falgun said and I agreed. “This is not we look for when we give up on our time, money and sleep,” he grumbled again as he turned the car key to open the door.
‘Thuck’ went the door twice as we closed it and I curled up cozily in the car on a chilly, winter night. We slowly drove through the way to reach the exit where a security guard stopped us. Falgun unwind the window glass as the guard knocked on it.
“Saab parchi,” he said.
Due to frequent visits to the malls we are familiar with the rule of returning the parking receipt at the exit. But today, irritation of watching a ‘faltoo’ film was taking a toll on our heads which made us forget about it.
Ah! I tried to remember where I hurriedly kept the receipt before getting down the car – in the dash board, in falgun’s wallet or my purse?... As I fidgeted with my purse, Falgun agitatedly started arguing with the guard
“Bhaiyya, itni raat ko kyu pareshan kar rahe ho?” he said
(Meanwhile, I got the important piece of paper – the receipt which I quickly handed over to the guard.)
“Kya Karen saab, duty hai, karmi padti hai,” pat came the reply.
‘Ouch’, his words pinched and pierced me at the same time. As we zoomed out of the parking area I thought about that guard – covered under a long overcoat, a muffler and a monkey cap, the security guard was definitely not a happy man standing there collecting the receipts at peak time. At 1 in the night, when most of the people would like to cozy up in their blanket, this guard was standing and busy doing his duty.
I am sure he is not the only one; his fellow mates at various malls are having equally tough time – guarding the dead cars, standing in the darkness and humidity of a basement with only concrete walls to talk around, sometimes overflowing and stinking gutters adding to the agony. And yet we don’t miss a single chance to scold them with issues like:
“I am not going to park my car in that corner” or “Security lift kyu nahi chal rahi hai?” and more.
We don’t leave a single chance to boss around this poor species. We have one boss in the office which is no less than a terror… imagine reporting to hundreds of bosses everyday; life becomes miserable.
So, next time before arguing with a security guard just remember that he is doing his duty and is getting paid for it; he is being polite just because he is more concerned about his day’s bread than your anger. And yes, try to return the receipt with a smile!
‘Thuck’ went the door twice as we closed it and I curled up cozily in the car on a chilly, winter night. We slowly drove through the way to reach the exit where a security guard stopped us. Falgun unwind the window glass as the guard knocked on it.
“Saab parchi,” he said.
Due to frequent visits to the malls we are familiar with the rule of returning the parking receipt at the exit. But today, irritation of watching a ‘faltoo’ film was taking a toll on our heads which made us forget about it.
Ah! I tried to remember where I hurriedly kept the receipt before getting down the car – in the dash board, in falgun’s wallet or my purse?... As I fidgeted with my purse, Falgun agitatedly started arguing with the guard
“Bhaiyya, itni raat ko kyu pareshan kar rahe ho?” he said
(Meanwhile, I got the important piece of paper – the receipt which I quickly handed over to the guard.)
“Kya Karen saab, duty hai, karmi padti hai,” pat came the reply.
‘Ouch’, his words pinched and pierced me at the same time. As we zoomed out of the parking area I thought about that guard – covered under a long overcoat, a muffler and a monkey cap, the security guard was definitely not a happy man standing there collecting the receipts at peak time. At 1 in the night, when most of the people would like to cozy up in their blanket, this guard was standing and busy doing his duty.
I am sure he is not the only one; his fellow mates at various malls are having equally tough time – guarding the dead cars, standing in the darkness and humidity of a basement with only concrete walls to talk around, sometimes overflowing and stinking gutters adding to the agony. And yet we don’t miss a single chance to scold them with issues like:
“I am not going to park my car in that corner” or “Security lift kyu nahi chal rahi hai?” and more.
We don’t leave a single chance to boss around this poor species. We have one boss in the office which is no less than a terror… imagine reporting to hundreds of bosses everyday; life becomes miserable.
So, next time before arguing with a security guard just remember that he is doing his duty and is getting paid for it; he is being polite just because he is more concerned about his day’s bread than your anger. And yes, try to return the receipt with a smile!
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