After both our daughters were married in 2010, my wife, Geetha and I travelled to many parts of India. We went to various places for sightseeing, meeting Holy men and women, visiting some of our relatives, observing silence, doing research on our charitable work and generally having a good time.
I am sixty two years old and left India to migrate to the USA in 1977. I am an NRI, whatever that means. In some quarters within India I am not qualified to talk about India. In some circles, I am considered objective. In the USA, I am looked upon as an immigrant, with all the baggage that goes with that term. Some good, and some not so good!
Our travels were between July 26th, 2011 and August 31st , 2011. This is one of my observations.
Visit to the Courier Office
I had to send a document to Chennai. I was advised, by people who know better than me about conditions on the ground, that if it was important, send it by courier and not by the Indian Postal Service. I had the right address of the recipient, mobile number and the document to be sent in hand. But, it was not in an envelope. No problem, I’ll buy one in the courier office. I was met by a very courteous lady at the office of one of the franchisees of DTDC, one of India’s largest courier companies. I asked the lady if I can buy an envelope. She said they have run out of envelopes and suggested we go to a stationery store nearby and buy one for our use. My first reaction was “How can a courier company run out of envelopes. Is it not a revenue source”. I had to remind myself that is how things work. Don’t say anything. Don’t compare. Stop being a smarty pants. Fortunately, my young assistant, Puran, who took this in stride, and is used to this kind of running around, ran to the nearby store and got me a few envelopes. Problem solved. No tension.
Moral of the story: Just accept. Or work to make a change. Stop complaining.
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