While living in Delhi for almost a year, I had to change
places to live. After I started living in Lajpat Nagar, I chose to have my
dinner in a small restaurant in my neighborhood daily. Although the place is
not a huge eatery, it serves mouth-watering food, at least for a few things in
their menu. A boy, maybe 14-15 years of age, diligently works at the place, and
manages the huge crowd single-handedly. The office-goers are regular visitors
of this place, even the locals who do not want to cook at home sometimes. So
the crowd is always quite much and this little boy is always busy running from
one table to the other.
When I first started going to the restaurant, the name of
which, I still do not know, it took the chotu
ages to deliver the food to my table. However, the food was delicious, so I
could not complain of the delay at all. While I enjoyed the meal comprising kadhai paneer with naan, I heard people calling the chotu with names like bhaiya,
hello, bhai, etc. He did not feel
angry at even a single customer and served everyone with patience and a
pleasant smile, and he impressed me for sure. I kept going to the restaurant
for a while and then asked for his name one day. He said, “Krishna”, and ran
away to serve other customers.
Although it was not a big deal for me to call him by his
name, I saw him smiling even more whenever I called him Krishna Ji rather than
Krishna bhaiya. Calling someone
bhaiya sounds derogatory to me, so I always called him Krishna ji whenever I
had to ask for something. I would call him and ask to place an order rather
than being plain rude to him. He would stand at my table for a couple of extra
seconds, smile, and then run to the kitchen to tell the cook what I wanted. My
order would be on my table in not more than ten minutes.
I had to go for a week-long trip on two Self-Drive Cars in Delhi with my seven colleagues to Kasol. When I
returned to the restaurant for a dinner on Sunday, I saw a tremendous change in
everyone behavior. Everyone at the place had begun calling him Krishna ji
instead of using random belittling names. Krishna came running to me and
presented a large Cadbury chocolate to me, which he had bought a couple of days
ago. He said, Thank you Sir, English me
isse zyada nahi bol paunga”. (Thank you Sir, I cannot speak more English
than this)
I could not resist hugging that innocent child
and I could feel my eyes slightly welling up with tears. I could feel that he
wanted to attain a respectable position in life, but was stuck with a meager
job where people did not even call him by his name. He felt immense respect
when he heard his name with a Ji as a respectable suffix. He thanked me for
starting the custom of calling him by his real name, and I returned the thanks
for honoring me.