He stands at an upright position to prove his loyalty towards his employer, whether assisting in parking of customer cars which come for shopping or when it comes to counting of sold items whence the customer is exiting the gate, Khem Chettri is at its best – his short height and marooned looks sets him apart from other mall guards.
As I initiated to ask about his name and from where he was …
“Sir, I am from Assam and spoke up in length from a small
place called “Duliajaan”, as I had a friend who was from nearby place, “Jorhat”,
the conversation got to its gravity as his eyes lit up in sparkle and he beamed
his ear to ear smile as if someone from his village was speaking to him in this
concrete jungle of land and buildings. As the conversation matured, khemji
became more friendly and started to talk frankly about the place and its
natural arena, I accepted his thoughts in tandem as I knew for sure that what
he was talking of was pure nature.
When he stopped, I asked “Where do you live Chettriji?”, to
which he reverted “Sir, I sleep in the mall and have a small room attached, I
use the bathrooms for washing and other sundries. I have been staying in the
mall for last eight years! the Malik (owner of the mall) is a nice man.”
Suddenly, Chettriji had a task in hand and there were
customer bags to be scrutinized whilst they made way to exit the mall – a task
he did quite conscientiously and with sharp focus , as any misses could lead to
loss to his ‘Malik’ – he was a truly honest employee, no doubt.
At last he finishes his adhoc task and makes efforts to accommodate
another car which is trying to adjust in the compact parking. Finally saying a
temporary adieu, I make my way towards the final exit, keeping in mind the conversation
that I had made with my newfound friend, life’s best instances is actually
found in beautiful conversations …. Today it proved true for me….
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