Monday, May 30, 2016
Surge Pricing - An economic offence
Saturday, May 28, 2016
The Tale of Two Nations
3-years ago a fortnight after I moved into an furnished apartment in Paris the washing machine broke down. I immediately reported to the rental agency, who cooly asked me to endure the month of August without one. Should I start washing my clothes with my hands?
The agency told me that summer vacations are taken seriously and there is not a single soul around to come in and take a look. Instead they advised me to find a laundromat or an electrician/plumber to get the machine fixed. Should I be surprised to hear this kind of a response in a nation where customer service should be at the forefront of every business?
Summers can be equally challenging in India from scorching temperature, finding a cool vacation spot and getting a train ticket to travel. Though I managed to find an accommodation on the Queen of Hills, I couldn't get a train ticket and instead settled in for a sleeper bus to get there.
Having travelled on KPN Travels many times before, I didn't look else where for a ticket. Moreover, they had recently lunched a mobile application to provide customers with a swift and seamless experience. But did that swiftness and customer friendly experience show up at their facility, and during the travel?
A journey that was expected to be uneventful suddenly turned dangerous. 24 of us were woken up by a loud noise and a rude surprise at 2.20 am. It took a few minutes for the driver to realise what had happened. Quickly a co-passenger came around evacuating the bus. We didn't have time to question if it is a fire in the bus, a tire explosion or did the bus driver run over somebody? I jumped off my berth with my phone and wallet and disembarked the bus leaving my luggage behind.
NH45 was pitch dark and we didn't have a clue on our location. Women who had taken refuge in front of the bus that was lit by the powerful headlights and were comforting their wailing kids, while men folk were busy surveying the rear of the bus. A lorry smashed into the rear end of the bus smashing the glass windows leaving two elderly passengers covered with fine glass from head to toe.
It took a few minutes for the driver to fathom what had transpired and assess the damage. Bus driver confirmed the location; the nearest town was 30 kms away and none of the buses and cars that passed by were prepared to stop and ask if we needed help. Since the two elderly had minor bruises it was managed with the safety kit onboard the bus and there was no need for us to call the ambulance. Moreover, having no faith in our police, and collusion between bus owners and politicians we felt calling their head office in Salem to report the incident and asking them for an alternate transport was the best way out.
Finally, it took seven phone calls to get someone to answer us, but did that guarantee a solution?
One of us narrated the incident and the phone was passed on to the driver who hung up in a few minutes. Not sure what had transpired, anxious passengers grilled the driver 30-minutes turned into an hour and we didn't receive any call back from the head office.We tried calling back their headquarters, but weren't given a solution. With no solution in hand, we asked the driver to get us to the nearest town for us to find an alternative solution.
Finally, after a delay of 3 hours we reached Trichy at 6.15 am. The bus reached KPN office and the drivers were promptly swapped. We were asked to get off the bus, but don't hope they had an alternate transport in place.The bus cleaner was asked to clean up the glass pieces and we were put on the shoddily cleaned bus to our destination 5 hours away.
None of us were in a mood to protest for a few reasons. One, we were tired from a sleepless night. Two, we wanted leave Trichy at the earliest as it is a cauldron in summer. Lastly, all 24 of us wanted to reach our destination and enjoy our remaining time on the Queen of Hills, Kodaikanal.
3 hours after we had departed from Trichy, while still enroute to Kodaikanal, we all received a SMS from KPN. Could it be an apology or were they giving us a full-refund or a free-ride voucher? How about none of the above? An automated message with a google link to a feedback form was shared with us. We still hadn't reached our destination and our plead for an alternate bus had been dismissed and no apology was tendered by their staffs, yet they had audacity to send us a link to feedback form.
As much as France would like to preach Egalite, Liberte, Fraternite and India would like to brag about 'Athithi Devo Bhava" (treat guest with respect and love) and Incredible India slogan we Indians have no value for life and respect for customers.
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
Summer of 2016
After a copious monsoon in 2015, I was prepared for a hot and humid summer, but certainly wasn’t ready to handle reunions that bring back warm memories and people from the past. Surprisingly, summer of 2016 turned out to be mild on the weather front, but very warm and sticky on the people front.
A few weeks ago I connected with my college mates after a gap of twenty years and last weekend I met up with many of my first cousins after a long gap. I also ran into some relatives after a gap of 22 years. Do such reunions live beyond the initial euphoria and brouhaha?
Pragmatist or Pessimist?
As much as I like to make memories and meet and connect with people, I also like review them from time to time. I don’t get into the mode of exchanging numbers or connecting with them on social media platforms. Summers of my life has taught me to explore sustainability of both new connections and renewing old connections than fantasizing a great friendship ahead or getting too high on nostalgia. Does that make me a pragmatist or a pessimist?
Despite taking a vow not to attend anymore weddings, I made an exception last weekend to attend the marriage of my last and youngest first cousin on my father's side. My absence from the wedding scene neither changed the atmosphere nor made me grow any fond of it.
Weddings and Political rallies
Weddings are also reunions of another kind. It brings family members and cousins who drifted apart for personal and professional reasons. Unlike weddings of yesteryears, weddings today resemble political rallies. Like politicians who visit your home before election seeking your vote, relatives come home seeking your participation. They often lure you with gifts to get you to attend their event and some even offer you transport and accommodation. And once you accept their bribes you are forced to show up to enjoy unlimited food, gossip, advice and entertainment. Not sure if you realize that by participating in the gossip they also end up offering their lives to be analyzed, assayed, and adjudged. As soon as the wedding is over, you are forgotten.
As much I stay away from political inclined individuals and rallies, I also stay away from marriages, evangelists who sell marriages and gossip mongers who pollute human minds with their contorted views of the world and individuals.
Turning to Humor
I turned cold feet and didn’t know what to expect as I hadn’t attended weddings in the last 4 years. But the recent mini-reunions with college mates in various cities help me get prepared. I rehearsed my lines and witty responses for people who walk up to me to give me their unsolicited opinions on my single hood and advices on how to lead my life.
For example, one of them was curious to know why I sported a bald look and I responded by saying that this was the easiest way to shine in life. My responses got funnier as questions got too personal.
What surprised me the most was when my immediate family made a decision on what I must wear for the wedding reception and someone who I met after 20 years at the wedding gave me unsolicited advice on personal grooming. Do I really look like someone who needs help or advice on what to wear and how to look? I never questioned anyone’s choice to stay single or married nor did I have an opinion on what they must wear or where they must go for their next vacation. Opinions are like assholes, everybody has one, but I keep mine clean and open it only when needed.
Not Singled Out
If it thought I was being singled out at these reunions, you are mistaken. Married couple without kids were being taunted for not reproducing and divorced or widowed couples cringed and sat in a corner being afraid of attracting the attention of wagging tongues and loose cannons.
Incredibly Indian
As much as Indian weddings are known for color, grandeur, fanfare and food, it is also a fertile petri dish for culturing gossip and conducting character (assass)inations. This society willfully approves violation of personal boundaries and individual privacy and choices. Should we be shocked at their behavior or should we accept this as a way of life and distinction of our Indianness?
I failed to understand why we Indians feel compelled to offer their uncalled-for opinions or find a need to concur with my views of life. As a society, why do we feel it is our moral responsibility and birth right to offer roadmaps for others lives and decide their negotiables and non-negotiables?
The Summer of 2016 made me realize that happiness in reunions be it with classmates or cousins evaporates very quickly turning the venue into court rooms that deliver judgments, tailor rooms that measures without tolerance and an altar that dispenses unsolicited advice.