The last week was a different one. I got to taste many flavours of something for the first time. It wasn’t icecream- just something more novel.
The first flavour was at the local Canara bank. Is it imagination or something else. Whenever I walk into.a public sector undertaking can’t help get the feeling that the bubbonic plague may be more welcome here than a customer.
A simple request to open a bank account was greeted by a ping pong reply pushing us to the next and the next cashier who to our consternation was also processing cheques, deposits, new card requests, and more with a sleight of the hand that would be the envy of any magician.
With one side glance at us she declared ” No account without Aadhar or Pan Card”. Yes, dear- but this time we were prepared- having heard that oft- repeated slogan many a times. Producing the precious two documents didn’t suffice though; for she needed photocopies. And then we asked innocently ” Can you not take a photocopy in here?” which evinced a curt reply” No- it’s the customer’s duty to get the copies”.
Feathers being ruffled, I didn’t give up. ” Madam, we are customers . You are the service provider. Please understand our problem. The photocopying shop is quite far and we need to rush back “. Not much use though, for back came a quick repartee from the bank staffer “I am not your servant”. I was now truly gobsmacked. Servants, service and so on. What did these terms mean? Will run to the Oxford dictionary next to understand this better. And so we retreated this time, albeit defeated, from the esteemed Canara bank.
The next stop was at the local community clubhouse. Being new to the Rainbow Drive community this was my first taste of the new flavour. A worker had retired and the lovely ladies had decided to host a potluck lunch in his honour to all workers. I pitched in with fried papads (not too tough to make- that’s me) and went in to see the hall setup with tables, mats, and banana leaves for the lunch . And what a sumptuous meal it was ! The ladies had outdone themselves with bisibele bhath, curd rice, raita, pulav, sabji, paysam and many many more delights- all made at home with love.
The workers trooped in and sat down to eat.We started serving . In typical south Indian style -salt, pickle, papad, sabji, rice, sambar, rasam and more. And the simple act of serving the food items and seeing their joyful faces brought so much delight. The gardeners, cleaners, security staff and more who served us every day. A different flavour of service this time- me and others at the serving end…
I failed to understand. Why is service or servant a bad word?The curt reply from the bank staffer ” I am not your servant!” ringing in my head.
Well- yes you are not; but, having come here to open a bank account I am at your mercy, my dear. So what would you rather I do, to receive your precious service? Grovel at your feet? Was at a loss to understand this.
A thought- let me take Gandhiji’s quote back to the bank the next time:
“A customer is the most important visitor on our premises. He is not dependent on us. We are dependent on him. He is not an interruption of our work. He is the purpose of it. He is not an outsider of our business. He is part of it. We are not doing him a favour by serving him. He is doing us a favour by giving us the opportunity to do so.”
And have this framed perhaps or even as a screensaver on all the public sector machines.
Maybe I shouldn’t taint them all with a bad brush but show me an example of customer delight at any of these undertakings and I am happy to retract.
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Author: Aina Rao
Uber driver of the year
The journey home today was a pleasant surprise, a shock almost. When another cabbie cancelled ( the usual excuse being that he was too far away, it would mean a u-turn etc.etc), Manjunath promptly took the booking, answered our calls, and explained that he was taking a long u-turn just to reach us- since we were finding it hard to locate him otherwise.
Since there is no drama of haggling or otherwise ( as with the autofellas), an uber journey is usually quite mundane. Boring even, but boring is good ! Who wants an exciting Uber journey where cows kick, people fall into trenches, and so on ( the imagination running wild)?
But this Uber journey, was really unusual. Unusually nice that is. Manjunath stopped, promptly opened the door for mum, waited until she was seated, then swiftly loaded the luggage in the boot, adjusted the passenger seat, strapped on his seatbelt, and got the AC and the music going. And the car glided off, almost like magic. All this, in a fraction of a second- what sleight of hand and mind!
And some more interesting snippets. He was in fact a civil engineer, just like me and mum, but had moved into Uber, as the pay and the work were much better here. No complaints, he was very happy about it too,which was a joy to know…
What a rarity! A civil engineer, a cab owner, a businessman and a gentleman to boot… For all this and more, he gets a 6 Star rating and a nomination for Uber driver of the year from the ambingindian! ( for whatever it is worth).
The amblingindian is an aam aadmi, aam aurat, common man, or common woman of India. As she ambles along the lanes, bylanes, gallis and mohallas that make up much of India, there is so much that puzzles, amuses, irritates and even frustrates. Is there anything to be done about all this? Absolutely not !
She revels in the confusion, enjoys the chaos that is India. Nonetheless, a germ of an idea starts to grow from somewhere, and there is a rush to put it down on paper. Maybe she will just add a small tweak here , a little quirk there, all practical ideas for India… and this blog is born… Enjoy!
About the blog
The amblingindianTM blog is created along four key themes about India. Innovation- for she believes that Innovation is the future of India; Life- which is the essence of India; Humour- for the joy it brings; and everything else- which forms the very foundation of Indian thought.
Reading this blog may make you cry or laugh! All views are purely personal, bearing no affiliation to any public body or private organisation other than Aina ! All names of people, products or otherwise are fictitious, concocted from thin air, and any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental…