I left my parents cozy home and a freezing New Delhi yesterday and reached my not-so-cozy home in a positively warm Mumbai today!!Getting in the car with my dad yesterday on my way to station I felt a tinge of sadness.. saying goodbye to my family.. back to the grind!! As I reached Mumbai today though, I heard myself letting out a sigh of relief and though to myself 'I'm home!!'.. yep.. this is home too.. I have grown up here.. and even though my parents have now moved, this will still always be home!!
So the train that I took here.. starts at about 5 in the evening and takes about 18 hours to reach Mumbai.. an overnight journey.. but its extremely comfortable.. fully AC so the temperature is contolled.. and the fare includes all the meals. Heres the menu of the day..
5:30 pm: Evening snacks, tea/coffee, juice.
7:30 pm: Soup
9 pm: Dinner
9:30 pm: Dessert
7 am: Tea/coffee
9 am: Breakfast
Theres a lot of waiters/servers/helpers doing the serving and colecting trash etc.. basically they were doing what the air-hostesses do without the make-up!
One of these guys was this plump middle-aged man.. with a big rolly polly belly.. and everytime he walked up and down the hallway, he would bang into the compartment walls and doors!! He looked like a Rolly Polly Doughboy from those dough commercials.. lol.. poor guy.. as I watched him for a bit I saw that his uniform was torn a little in the place where the sleeve is stitched on.. looked like Mr. Rolly Polly had reached for something and torn his sleeve!
In a compartment full of coughing old people and newly-wed couples, he was the most amusing thing I could find to look at!!
I dont drink tea or coffee so when he came to serve me some, I declined. He was most concerned at this!! He said " Dont be shy.. have some!" and I said " No thank you" again.. he walked away a little unconvinced.
At soup time again I only drank half my soup and gave him back the rest. Again he said " Finish you soup.. its ok.. I'll come back for it later.. no rush".. again I said " No thanks I'm fine".. he walked away with my plate.
In the morning I refused tea again.. so Rolly Polly came back at breakfast time and gave my mine first. I think he thought I must be hungry. Breakfast was juice, two slices of bread, butter, jam, sauce, and two peices of vegetable cutlet in a tin-foil packet. I wasnt quite in the mood for cutlets so I gave the packet back to Rolly Polly saying I didnt need it.
As I started buttering my bread, Rolly came back with a packet containing two slices of bread to offer to me saying, " You're not eating any cutlets.. have some extra bread". I told him I didnt need anything extra and thanked him away. As I bit into my bread Rolly came back again, " We have rice flakes and corn flakes.. do you want those instead? Please eat something". This time I actually chuckled out loud as I explained to Rolly Polly that I was quite full and didnt need anything more! He wasnt convinced but he left me alone.
I tipped Rolly on my way out.. but he stayed on my mind for a while. I'm touched by how dedicated Rolly was to his job.. and just generally by how much he cares for people! He went above and beyond his job description to make sure I was full and had eaten.. even though there was nothing in it for him! People would have tipped him anyway! Even otherwise I could tell that he was genuinely concerned. I dont think his job pays him very much but that doesnt stop him from being a nice, generous and kind person to everyone around him! I was travelling alone but it didnt very much feel like it.. Rolly did a lot the same things my mum would've have.. only he didnt really have to!!
I hope I never forget Rolly Polly and that no matter what job I do.. whether I like it much or not.. whether it pays much or not.. I hope I can be as true and as dedicated to my work as Rolly was to his!!
p.s: I've only been gone from here for a day and I have 4 pages of my user's posts to catch up to!! WOW!! SC is on a roll!!
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