I frequently come home late at night,I park my car in the basement and board my elevator to reach my floor but the lift always stops at the lobby level where my watchman peeks to have a look inside the lift, smiles at me and then the lift ascends home.
Whatever time of night, he is always awake with eyes wide open! After all, he is our protector and is always up and alert all through the night for our safety.
Hari is our watchman, a frail but strong individual with a crisp blue uniform and an ever smiling face, saluting in a military stance to instill a sense of security in our minds.
Our building has around twenty watchmen who patrol the premises day and night with a baton in their hand.They are very poorly paid and hence appear weak but their resolve is steely and commitment strong enough to scare the mightiest of invaders away.I respect them a lot.
Their tiffins are very small like the ones of school children and consist of Dal and Rice,Vegetables when carried are proudly shown and shared around the group.They deserve a better pay which is not possible as the security agency takes away the cream and they are left with a small sum which hardly suffices them.Some even work double shifts to make ends meet !
During festivals,they expect money from us and some of our residents generously donate but there are many perverts who do not share this sympathetic feeling and are stingy misers. I pray to God for them to suffer.I frequently get fresh Chicken or Egg Biryani for them while coming home from a restaurant to boost their physique and morale. Some people give them left overs which they accept,but with an heavy heart.I strongly disapprove of this but am helpless.
Some are graduates, but unfortunate enough to get a job elsewhere,and are fated to do this job.
As I see their shiny small tiffins, I remember the phrase, India Shining! and walk away dejected, avoiding their gaze.
I know that these people will never lay down our lives for us but at least they act as the first wall of defence against intruders and keep us safe and sound.They keep a watch on our kids playing in the garden.I feel proud of them when they brave the bitter cold winter or the summer with needling mosquitoes, never complaining or grumbling about their duties to us.
So, next time when you visit my home, please acknowledge the salute offered by them!
They will feel better and as an escort,smilingly guide you to my home.
They just need a nod of recognition.
Will you do that?
Whatever time of night, he is always awake with eyes wide open! After all, he is our protector and is always up and alert all through the night for our safety.
Hari is our watchman, a frail but strong individual with a crisp blue uniform and an ever smiling face, saluting in a military stance to instill a sense of security in our minds.
Our building has around twenty watchmen who patrol the premises day and night with a baton in their hand.They are very poorly paid and hence appear weak but their resolve is steely and commitment strong enough to scare the mightiest of invaders away.I respect them a lot.
Their tiffins are very small like the ones of school children and consist of Dal and Rice,Vegetables when carried are proudly shown and shared around the group.They deserve a better pay which is not possible as the security agency takes away the cream and they are left with a small sum which hardly suffices them.Some even work double shifts to make ends meet !
During festivals,they expect money from us and some of our residents generously donate but there are many perverts who do not share this sympathetic feeling and are stingy misers. I pray to God for them to suffer.I frequently get fresh Chicken or Egg Biryani for them while coming home from a restaurant to boost their physique and morale. Some people give them left overs which they accept,but with an heavy heart.I strongly disapprove of this but am helpless.
Some are graduates, but unfortunate enough to get a job elsewhere,and are fated to do this job.
As I see their shiny small tiffins, I remember the phrase, India Shining! and walk away dejected, avoiding their gaze.
I know that these people will never lay down our lives for us but at least they act as the first wall of defence against intruders and keep us safe and sound.They keep a watch on our kids playing in the garden.I feel proud of them when they brave the bitter cold winter or the summer with needling mosquitoes, never complaining or grumbling about their duties to us.
So, next time when you visit my home, please acknowledge the salute offered by them!
They will feel better and as an escort,smilingly guide you to my home.
They just need a nod of recognition.
Will you do that?
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