Data
One guy can handle ‘data' like none else can π
Most abused friend of mine.
Obviously π,
When a friend of mine is going to be abused, i ‘feel’.... π. ( More so, when I can't do anything much about it. He sits inside everybody around, and I can pamper only that guy inside of meπ. Sort of omnipresent entity, he is!)
We access tons of data every day π
5 input devices 'operational' all our waking hours π
The 6th guy is to be invoked very CONSCIOUSLY, if there is to be any value addition,π
This 6th guy is a bit discrete, about agreeing to 'work' for usπ. He stipulates stringent conditions π
The worst of the conditions is "can your mind just shut_up while I am at_work ???? π‘. I can't focus, when your mind keeps digging out irrelevant junk labels from its memory very senselessly( to slap on the data)π. And my boss, I mean your intellect is allergic to the very presence of your mind.
So, make up your mind first. I am sleeping when I am kept waiting π. And you can't do a damn thing about it π"
That was my 6th sense( a dubious guy, deceptive, evasive from mind, and elusive when intellect, his boss is not watching π). He is popular by an irritating name 'sense of Discrimination' π. Peepals/people use this name to scold others often, the lack of it, the abuse_part….. and seldom to wake up their own ππ₯
I shall resort to a story telling π
( Very ancient and time tested tool to convey the message across)
This really happened to me π
1975, within 2 months of my joining a branch at a small town, an aged officer offered to come on deputation to “act” as our manager, replacing the regular incumbent.
It seemed odd, that he was wearing a neck tie, and looked good enough to attend a VVIP meeting π ( readers are free to figure it out “why”)....
The moment he said “I am retiring in another 4 months. I am fond of taking a look at the 3rd generation down, who are going to take forward this great institution, I served for 59⅓ years. A kind of ‘seeking for reassurance’ and hence I volunteered to come on deputation though I am the senior most scale-3. Fresh recruits are thrown at smaller and remote branches”
“Phew!!!”, I thought, “this ‘elder’ is also an elderLee ( ΰ€¬ुΰ€ुΰ€°्ΰ€ी wala)π”.
Please wake-up, I pleaded to my friend, the 6th guy inside me.
I asked a volley of questions, branching out from his reply to my first question, “ I joined our Bombay main branch. Very few branches then, and only 1 GM. The only farthest branch was at Calicut, guaranteed by our customers here, insulating the institution against FIDELITY (of staff)”
Sample data I dug out of him:
( That's when my 6th guy decided upon ‘what_to_ask’ π… not every day, I am going to bump into a walking book of unwritten history of my institution π)
His early days at work (my_data)
The bearer-cheques issued by our customers get presented 95 times out of 100, only around 175 days from the date of issue. It works like hard cashπ, bekos, it never bounces! ( Hard to get qualified for opening an account π… Bank's reputation is only as good as its customers. Corollary: a nation's/family’s reputation is only as good as its citizens/members. He used a simple rule : “I refuse to be the weakest link in the chain, because a chain is only as strong as its Weakest link!”. Practical, plus pragmatic dialogue π.
GM is the only guy who can get ‘angry’ at a customer π. And when angry, the customer is handed his entire money and asked to get_lost. ( Why this worked?= The dignity of the staff, sweeper to asst. GM, is the Sole personal responsibility of the GM. Staff ‘loved’ this emotional bond π).
A joke: I lamented ( in a very soft manner, looking at him as my eldest brother whose pet kiddo I am π) “ Sir, this sorting of currency, separating soiled and brittle ones is tedious for me as a cashier ππ”( smaller denomination are smaller in size too, and crumpled)
He : “ You sound like a kid complaining about not having footwear to walk. That's only because you didn't meet a kid with no legs to walk π. I too worked in the cash department as a beginner clerk. Pre-independence days. When a customer deposits cash in Bombay main branch, it's a sea port, remember π. We have to sort it first, before counting π. It's a mix of 4 currencies! And then, sign the receipt. Later, another sorting to retain soiled/brittle/etc” ( I “became” a ShutUp, without being told to. π.
Indian, British, Burmese and the ones printed by Imperial Bank( old RBI) on behalf of some sultanate in middle eastπ
I am closing the story ( already too long)
The point is : Unless I use my sense of Discrimination, and then ‘choose’ my words of communication well, why would that “elderly/buzurgiWala” opt to spill out his accumulated wisdom of 59+ years???? ( He did comment : “Hey kid, you literally robbed me of my life experience, which otherwise would have slept alongside me in my grave! π”... I guess, he might be squirming in his grave uneasily now, if his ‘spirit’ might be sensing the non_verbal text of this blog π₯. “Sorry boss π, I didn't reveal your personal details π. Anyway, you didn't even have an aadhaar/PAN/voter id/etc like meπ. I keep sorting them daily, to reach the exact thing ask for, at my 70+ nowππ. 4 currencies was lighter,π”....…)
Rarely blessed by the 6th guy,
yours,
psn(16 Sept 2026)