Well, the whole world is still talking of the Move that Shook the Country last week.And as we queue in to exchange our erstwhile precious 500's and 1000's, I realise that it all depends on a person's point of view. At one of the banks where I went, there was a gentlemen (was he one?) who thundered before stomping out of the premises room that he was a former Secretary to the Government and that noone had the right to tell him what to do.
All I can say is that after he left, the normal humming and murmuring sound of 200 humans together sounded like an Ode to Silence.
A slightly different scenario at the Standard Chartered Bank, Mylapore. The scene was the same: Account holders in a queue, Exchange seekers in another. At 2 pm the effect of growling stomachs must surely have made itself felt. Yet, the pleasant faced gentleman, evidently appointed as trouble shooter politely guided the populace with its myriad questions, some of which, (like mine) were thoroughly asinine. A small shuffle of consternation when the hero attending at Counter 2 suddenly vanished. Out popped our friendly trouble-shooter. "Kindly bear with us sir, they have not moved since 7 in the morning. Give them 5 minutes of your precious time for their lunch."
I defy the most surly and irate customer to counter that with any form of rudeness.
In fact, I heard a couple of jokes being cracked between fellow customers on the state of their own growling interiors, not to complain, but to while away time.
On the whole, unbelievable, but true, it was a pleasant experience to stand in the long queue giving up my hard earned 4000 to get it back.
All goes to show that whatever be the situation, we can decide how to take it.
Wasn't it Milton that spoke about the mind's capacity to make heavens out of hell and vice-versa?
All I can say is that after he left, the normal humming and murmuring sound of 200 humans together sounded like an Ode to Silence.
A slightly different scenario at the Standard Chartered Bank, Mylapore. The scene was the same: Account holders in a queue, Exchange seekers in another. At 2 pm the effect of growling stomachs must surely have made itself felt. Yet, the pleasant faced gentleman, evidently appointed as trouble shooter politely guided the populace with its myriad questions, some of which, (like mine) were thoroughly asinine. A small shuffle of consternation when the hero attending at Counter 2 suddenly vanished. Out popped our friendly trouble-shooter. "Kindly bear with us sir, they have not moved since 7 in the morning. Give them 5 minutes of your precious time for their lunch."
I defy the most surly and irate customer to counter that with any form of rudeness.
In fact, I heard a couple of jokes being cracked between fellow customers on the state of their own growling interiors, not to complain, but to while away time.
On the whole, unbelievable, but true, it was a pleasant experience to stand in the long queue giving up my hard earned 4000 to get it back.
All goes to show that whatever be the situation, we can decide how to take it.
Wasn't it Milton that spoke about the mind's capacity to make heavens out of hell and vice-versa?
