I write this post with moist eyes and a heavy heart.
There was a young boy who would come in everyday to serve tea for us. He served tea with a wide smile and a warmth that was hard to miss. Always punctual, he would show up twice everyday, at 10.00 AM in the morning and at 4.00 PM in the evening, day in and day out serving tea with the whole world's enthusiasm. He would come to you, ask you if need tea or coffee, hand-it over with a smile, I'd say thank you and he would reply "Welcome".
Our interactions were limited to Hello, Good Morning and Yes or no for Tea. I used to call him Champ and he addressed me as Sir.
With the Festive peak ascending, work had kept me on the field meeting clients and ground teams and because of that, I had not visited my office Tuesday and Wednesday.
On Thursday, after a busy half day, I entered the office in the second half. A colleague and I were talking, when an acquaintance came over and interrupted, " The boy who used to serve tea for is no more", He died in a fire that was caused by a LPG leak.
I was devastated. The F word came out and I didn't have anything else to say.
An innocent life lost. Was it negligence or bad luck or both?
Many such lives lost day in and day out, yet we continue to work with "Chalta Hain/Swalpa Adjust Madkoli"
RIP Champ. You will be missed.
There was a young boy who would come in everyday to serve tea for us. He served tea with a wide smile and a warmth that was hard to miss. Always punctual, he would show up twice everyday, at 10.00 AM in the morning and at 4.00 PM in the evening, day in and day out serving tea with the whole world's enthusiasm. He would come to you, ask you if need tea or coffee, hand-it over with a smile, I'd say thank you and he would reply "Welcome".
Our interactions were limited to Hello, Good Morning and Yes or no for Tea. I used to call him Champ and he addressed me as Sir.
With the Festive peak ascending, work had kept me on the field meeting clients and ground teams and because of that, I had not visited my office Tuesday and Wednesday.
On Thursday, after a busy half day, I entered the office in the second half. A colleague and I were talking, when an acquaintance came over and interrupted, " The boy who used to serve tea for is no more", He died in a fire that was caused by a LPG leak.
I was devastated. The F word came out and I didn't have anything else to say.
An innocent life lost. Was it negligence or bad luck or both?
Many such lives lost day in and day out, yet we continue to work with "Chalta Hain/Swalpa Adjust Madkoli"
RIP Champ. You will be missed.
