A few days back i encountered a perfect example of "flexibility". It was shocking,surprising and impressive at the same time.
So, here goes the encounter in detail ;)...
On a lazy Saturday morning a few days back( not to mention that i find almost ALL Saturday mornings lazy ..n yes the 'lazy' in that phrase is ME), i wasn't feeling well and didn't feel like going into the scorching Pune heat outside but had to get eyebrows done urgently :|
Luckily i knew a Beauty Parlour just outside our society's campus(kept the number for urgencies like these). I had never seen the lady of the parlor or that parlor from inside(didnt look very appealing from the outside :| either), so i decided to give up the idea. The giving-up-idea was forgotten as soon as i looked into the mirror :D.
Not thinking about the consequences, i called up the lady and asked if she could come home with her "tool-kit" and help me ! She gave me an appointment for later that afternoon and promised to come. I got busy in watching Season 4 of How I Met Your Mother(On that note, i think its high time the MOTHER showed up, isn't it, i heard she hasn't turned up even till Season 7 ! Disappointed !).After 2-3 hours the door bell rang...
When i went up to the door, a lady was standing there,with a black bag(read briefcase) in one hand and holding the hand of a 7 year old girl in another. The little girl was wearing a very fancy frock(almost wearable to a birthday party)that was black and orange in combination :| :| (On that note, i simply HATE it when people combine black with orange/yellow). So, i stood there thinking who could these people be. The lady read my puzzled look and told me(before i could ask) that i had called her in the morning.And then it struck me that she was the lady from the parlour.
To be honest i was a little shocked, because she looked pretty hefty :| and she wasnt even smiling(like ALL ladies from beauty parlours usually do). I became prepared for the worst,called her inside, offered her a seat and before i could tell the the little girl to quietly sit in a chair in the corner, she came swirling in and took MY FAVORITE most comfortable chair in the world :(( and sat there happily. Looking at her so happy, i just couldn't say anything to her,infact i asked her name and gave her a chocolate as well. Then we began the "cleansing process", the details of which i am not giving you all :P. In the end, i was surprisingly happy with her performance ;).To top that, she didn't even charge me too much,given that she even came home to offer her services ! Hoping to call her next time too, we began chit-chatting. She asked me about my profession. A little reluctant what to say and what she would understand,
Me : Iam an Engineer.
Quick came her reply :"Hinjewadi" ?
I smiled and said :Yes,Infosys.
Lady : "Ohh,Infy". Followed by a smile(the biggest from her side till now)[Surprise-1]
**Awkward silence, followed by a surprised smile from my side but i didn't say anything else**
Guess she read my expressions again and what she said next blew my mind away.
Lady : "Actually, i also used to work in Infy"
**Sound of breaking glass in my mind, followed by widened eyes**
Guess she read my expressions once MORE(damn 3rd time in a row :|, either i am very expressive,in terms of expressions or too obvious :|)
She completed her sentence with,"I used to be a LADY GUARD in Infosys before my daughter was born"
Trust me, i haven't heard anything more shocking than that ! A lady guard turned into a beautician !I could only say "WOW" ! It is so inspiring to see people say and believe "I can" and nothing is IMPOSSIBLE :). Next time i am given a task which is out of my domain, i think it will definetly be difficult for me to say it to myself,"how can someone expect me to do something like this"
Next day, i heard from my mom, that she even sells some other stuff like, accessories and does some stiching stuff too ! Talk about multi-tasking :). I am really impressed with this lady !! What all things people do to make their living and how flexible they are. Salute !
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