It feels like I have been waiting and waiting and waiting all my life…doing nothing else…and have spent a major part of my life….waiting….and still haven’t got used to it…and then to make matters worse…I married a man who equally values time…so nothing has changed…I used to wait alone…and now we wait as a pair….sometimes patiently and sometimes otherwise….yeah…yeah…I belong to later part of it for most of the time…but guess we belong to a minority in this nation that is always…with some exceptions of course…late…just why cant people land up on time?
And in addition….’m blessed with a sister and sis-in-law along with their respective husbands who never waste a single chance to take a dig at us…’but if u know we will be late as always…just why do you come on time…then get irritated…?...this is their response after arriving at least half an hr late whenever we decide to meet…
Maybe working with Japanese guys has worsened me further…I remember when my boss used to say…’meeting at 10a.m.’….he used to mean…we will start talking exactly at 10a.m….and he used to be there in the meeting room 5 mins before the actual time…papers neatly arranged, notepad ready with a pen to take notes…meeting room lights, projector, computers everything checked and ready….well the simple English word 10a.m. used to mean different for different people….for all the other guys in our company…10a.m. meant they will start yawning and moving from their place somewhere around 10a.m….they will switch off the PC…get off from the chair…take a quick bathroom break…chat with other guys on the way…flirt with receptionist and then sometime around 10:15-10:20….they will arrive in the meeting room with a grin on their face…ridicule written all over the face for my boss…why ‘cos he was on time…and then he will take out all his anger on me after the meeting….how come you Indians never value time…and on and on….
We, Indians are (ill) famous for our late-coming ways….more powerful the person….more likely his complete indifference towards time…no public event starts on time…no bus or train operate on time….no guest speaker arrives on time…no not even a private function at home starts on time…so…the train is only 10 min late…great…hey....its almost on time…why r u cribbing?.....its fashionable to be late….and criminal to be on time….
And this ‘bas 5 min’ or ‘bas 10 min’ is the biggest joke in our country….your PC starts making weird noises …you hurriedly call your software guy….what will he say…’ma’am bas 5 min mein aaya’…..and those 5 minutes can stretch into half an hour, hour, hours or even days…Somehow those 5 minutes go into an infinite loop…’tomorrow along with those fated 5 minutes never come’…..
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