Hey! Today I just want to share my experience in having breakfast in a driver hotel. I know so many people will judge me like "omg seriously its ewww" , the environment there is so polluted, there are so many cheap people there and so on. I have been to five star hotels like Serena and Marriott, but the life there was nothing compared to driver hotel. First of all the guy who served us was called "Sufi sahab" with a long beard, and seriously I can't even describe how humble,sincere,respectful,honest and friendly he was, it was like all of these qualities were flowing out of him and everyone was getting entertained by them, the huge sincere smile on his face just made my day. He called me "beta" and asked me what type of egg would I like, at first I asked for half fried egg but then I changed my mind and asked to serve the egg that all the others usually eat there. While we were waiting for the order I observed the behaviour of the people there, mostly there were men and they had this surprised expression on their face when they saw me, probably thinking what a girl in jeans is doing in a driver hotel. Second of all the environment there was like a community, as everyone was discussing politics and laughing and inviting any other person who would would enter the hotel to their table, not considering the fact that whether he was a Punjabi or pathan, or what clothes was he wearing and acting as if they know each other for such a long time when mostly its their first time. Shaking hands in the most respectful manner and then putting the same hand to their heart as a sign of respect. While I was busy in noticing everything around me, I saw Sufi sahab coming with parathas and an egg. You guys won't believe how amazing the egg was though it had a little too much of oil but it was amazing ( and trust me I am not exaggerating here). I enjoyed the whole breakfast with pure laughter's in my ear and everything was so pure and real, like no one there was trying to impress the other person, with their manners or how much they have ordered, or leaving a lot of food on the plate to prove how much they can afford and not caring about the food being wasted was not considered to be "cool" or a sign of being "rich". They respected everyone around them and the food, not because they can't afford to eat but because they have higher moral values and know better what's right and wrong as compared to us. I remember once having a dinner in Serena, and I also remember how conscious I was of my manners, I felt like one of those moments when ( I was forcibly pushed on the stage to sing *as everyone knows how pathetic I am and in case you don't know trust me you don't even want to know* and I was looking at the audience and having the most horrific and nervous look on my face, and all the audience was screaming at me "SING SING SING" and I am like nooooooo and runs to the back of the stage while panting) while coming back to the real word I was sitting on the table with a perfect smile plastered on my face, as if I am the most calm person in the universe right now (aah sometimes I feel I should have received Oscar by now for possessing such great acting skills *moving on* ) the topic on the table was education system and politics, trust me I love these kind of discussions and I was really thankful to the male presence of our family , or else leaving behind the females the topic would have been none other than *drumrolls Spotlight* fashion or judging other people, yeah the two most boring topics of my life *sigh*. While as time passed the food arrived and I grabbed my fork and knife as they are my only weapons to have a world war three with food (especially meat as I am not a fan of meat at all I would rather prefer fresh vegetables) anyways soon my fight with the chicken started on my plate it was just me and her with cowboy music playing at the back, and trust me she proved to be a tough cookie, slipping here and there on my plate, but soon I gave up on her, since I didn't want other people to notice that my chicken was being funny by running out of my plate so I decided to have mercy on her (well writing about chicken here reminds me of the question that why do guys call girls chicken and chicks is it because they have the tendency to run a lot *or is there someting else which i am curious to know about* cause I am sure chickens are not attractive from any angle or are they to guys? Wow never thought about that anyways its something I am really looking forward to find out.*seems like I have a great tendency to lose my track of what I was talking about my apologies, so coming back to the topic* ). And so I choose to eat the salad well no doubt it was amazing and she proved to be really friendly and cooperative with me I felt like patting on her back while saying good girl (hahhaha if anyone knew what was going on in my mind right then I am sure they would have advised me to visit a phycologist). I felt so self conscious during the whole time as in sitting with my back straight with my chin high, smiling All the time, not checking my cell phone when it was flooded with messages since its considered to be disrespectful while sitting in a gathering , giving a good impression on all the aunts (you know why- how much I hate doing that I feel so fake and not me I mean why would I like someone to like the fake side of me and then getting shocked when they come out to know the real me). Its funny how we have so much difference all around us, its either we don't realise them or even if we do, there is nothing we do to change them, simply because we think its not affecting us, but you have no idea how deeply its affecting us, our moral values and thinking. Its eating us like a termite eats wood and is weakening our strength and grounds. There are so many questions like why can't we sit on the ground and eat with them or invite them on the same table as ours?. Why can't we serve them in the same crockery as we serve our guests? Why can't we give them the same respect and love which we would give to any other famous or rich person? Just because they can't afford it?. I don't think this justifies the reason of our behaviour towards them. I fear that someday this gap will be so wide that it will be very hard for us to fill that gap, and guess what! we really don't need to do anything in practical to change this difference, all we need to do do is bring change to the top most part of our body yes I am talking about brain here. If only we bring a change in our thinking we can completely rip of the behaviour problems we have towards the poor people. We don't have to help them financially all we need to do, is give them the love and respect they deserve, and I am quite sure they are free and will not affect our bank accounts in any way. Remember how we all wanted a "change" in these elections, I firmly believe it is only us who can bring that change, and the first thing that's needs to be done is to bring it in our own thinking and perceptions. I remember how my father once mentioned a true story about his friend back in USA who went bank erupt all of a sudden and ended up living under a bridge. When he was once asked about his experience of the two totally different worlds, he answered "you know what I am living a totally free life, I don't have to worry about paying my bills or business anymore, or what people think about me. I know I'll get something to eat and so far I am having a peaceful life with no worries" what I am trying to say here is that, some people don't need our financial help all they need is respect,love and care. I just shared my perspective on how I feel, I don't want it to impose this on you, but all I want from you is to at least think about it once. Thank you!
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