There must be at least 10 to 15 “watchmen” or home guards in the condo complex that I live in at Mumbai. In India, they call the security folks as watchmen in the home environment. In corporate environments, they are called security guards. It is a bit funny sounding as “watchmen” but that is the way it is.
Most of them know me and I am sure they know most of the folks living in the complex. While they are strict, they also show respect while sometimes diluting their watch if someone comes in a big car as “bigness” matters a lot in India. They always note the vehicle numbers entering and leaving the complex – the ones that do not have a permit to use their car parking facility.
The purpose of this post is to mention how little we care about these important folks who guard our homes and offices. While this may not be as important in the Western world, in the Indian security situation, the security guards are probably the most important people in ensuring the safety and security of the people, but are also the lowest paid and poorly trained in most cases.
So, I make it a point to wish them every time I see them, reinforcing the familiarity quotient and conveying respect for the important work that they are delivering, day in and day out.
I meet the same security guard or “watchman” in uniform every morning (almost religiously, while in town and not travelling) who opens the gym for me before 6 AM. He warmly wishes me “Good Morning, Sir” without a frown on his face though I go before the gym opening time every day. And, I smile and wish him back.
I also notice that most people do not wish the guards or smile at them. Not that such behaviour is going to affect their personal safety in any way, but it is clearly important to wish others who play a key role in ensuring our well-being and safety.
I was indeed touched a bit this morning when I went to the gym at the same time, and found the same security guard at the lobby of the gym. When I wished him and then signed in, he remarked “Sir, we were wondering why you did not come yesterday, worried what happened to you”. I smiled and told him that I was busy (though I did work out yesterday in the evening time and he was not the designated guard at that time, having gone through a shift change). He smiled back.
One thing we have to learn from the Western countries is how to show respect to all below our social status and treat them as almost equals or at least warmly every day. It might look funny when one wishes a newspaper vendor or a milkman or a security guard in India, but that is normal practice in the West. There is no difference based on religion, caste, race, social status or colour in the West. But we Indians still pay attention to all these outdated social customs and continue to suffer ostracism, whether we are up or down in the pecking order. We cannot claim to be one of the oldest and most polished civilizations if we still do not even attempt to fix this greatest anomaly in our lives.
Let us smile and wish everyone who we come across every day in our lives. It is not only important, it is required practice and it would make everyone feel good. I do this to the lift operator in my office and feel good when I see the smile and glow in his face, because no one else does it to him.
Cheers,
Vijay Srinivasan
11th December 2011
Mumbai