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Book Binder!
2007/04/24,02:20
Through the narrow streets in the city, I searched for a good binder. Yes, I wanted to have a couple of books that I consider as my treasure to be preserved. After some pointers from people around, I found this place. The watchman / Security guard of this print house, spoke in English fluently. That is a rare sight to see in the city where people speak only their regional language. I was even more surprised, when the guard asked me to meet the managing director of the print house. I entered the artistically decorated room. It reminded me off my first job in a publishing company. The MD greeted me and explained me why those books should not be bound. He explained with a great deal of interest, the nature of the binding the books have and that if any additional work is done on the books, how un-readable the books will become. He suggested me to buy some PVC pouch if my objective is tio preserve the coversheets and asked me to handle the books with care. Easily some one could have made a quick money on the job, but he did not. I thanked him and also collected his business card....
Contended Taxi Driver and a Kid
2007/04/18,02:24

Two days ago, I boarded a taxi. Wanting not to be caught by surprise on the fare,which usually happens,I asked my friend on what the expected fare to my destination would be. He said Rupees.250 (Indian Currency).

Along the way, I needed to stop a couple of times to purchase some essentials. Along with the meter in the taxi, the meter in my mind also was running, definitely much faster!

Upon reaching the destination, I was surprised, but a contrary surprise. The fare was Rs.195. Happily, I offered the driver a tip which he refused stating that he was happy with the fare.....

This incident reminded me of an event in my college days. I used a bicycle then, for commute in the college campus and also on the city roads. Even the 'tractor tyre' type bicycle tyre was punctured several times, much to the heroics that I attempted with that poor thing!

One day, I was at a bicycle shop where one of the kids, a 8 year old I guess, attended to the repair work meticulously. Moved by his work and sympathetic to his situation of having to work at such an young age, I offered him a tip. He looked in my eyes and in an even voice refused to accept it.

For days, his face and voice were lingering on my mind and ears....

 
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