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The
non-delivery syndrome
This
'n' that
By Renee
Ranchan
HOW many times do you find your
blood pressure on the rise despite diligently following
your doctors prescription? Or that migraine taking
over your day, despite the aromatherapy, acupuncture
treatment? And how many times during the day do you see
your schedule go haywire, resulting in everything coming
to an ubiquitous halt? And on no account of yours? Yes,
all the above and more happen when the little peace of
mind you have is rocked. All because the goods are not
delivered. To be more specific: do we all not know how
infuriating it is to make the usual 10 rounds to a
tailors shop to get that single, everyday-wear
shirt? That too, after the tailor (they like to call
themselves designers these days) had assured, pledged
that your garment would be 100 per cent
ready, packed and all waiting for you. I am getting
pretty tired of this 100 per cent expression.
Aah, I know I had promised this time we would be talking
about our obsession with beauty pageants (remember?) but
can we save it for the next time? I am not particularly
in the mood to discuss Miss Shiny Hair and Miss Best
Smile and how it is time to worry about teenagers
suffering from anorexia, bulimia or both.... All on
account of our anti-fat society. Actually to get a
clearer picture of it all, all you have to do is switch
on the television...models, V.J.s and show anchors, all
have that starved look. Lean, hungry and hollow looks
they are the in thing for girls and
women. What about their male counterparts? Bench-pressed
shoulders, rock-hard chest and sinews that flex with
every step. Of course, here too the condition is:
not-an-inch-to-pinch. But as I said, next time we shall
speak about this business of beauty. For now can we go
back to the tailor? The reason why I start off with the
tailor is simple: I have made five trips to his shop to
collect an ensemble which should have been mine five days
ago. And the man had more than promised to give me the
suit on the assured date! I guess I shall take it easy
for the next few days the suit was to be worn on a
dear cousins wedding four days ago. And the only
reason I had given the dress stitching at the 12th hour
was because the tailor had vowed, as in a dozen times
over, that he would deliver the goods come what may.
Repetition has plenty of convincing ability, no? But I
have learnt my lesson: only readymade clothes for me.
At this wedding, a
friend wanted to know why I was not wearing a
new dress. Excuse me, but the one I was wearing was not
taken out from a long forgotten trunk in the atic! The
lady laughed, told me I was touchy and explained: she had
seen me wear the same ensemble at two other weddings and
she thought that this being a family wedding, I would
have worn a brand new one. (Women... nothing escapes
their notice. Since the past few days I have been trying
to build my own power of observation.) My tailor story
came out. She had several of her own, one was about a
most ill-fitting (tent-sized, actually) salwaar-kurta.
The tailor insisted she had lost weight since she had
given her measurement. What? About 10 kg in a week? The
man was adamant, agreed to re-do it only if the lady
agreed that her size had changed. Talk of a Himalayan
sized ego!
But usually the excuses,
explanations are more run-of-the-mill, generic... you are
on the verge of ripping out your hair when the tailor
explains the delay away: labour unrest, unmanageable
work-load on account of the marriage season, a mysterious
ailment that the tailor suddenly develops when he is
about to put his scissors to work... However, why blame
only your tailor? It is the same story with the
electrician, carpenter, painter... your renovation,
construction or whatever work will be finished before the
due date. This is spoken in a 100-per cent guarantee
voice). And yes (yawn, yawn) that is a promise, the world
of honour. Afterall, you are told, in
a-nose-up-in-the-air voice, they had other projects
awaiting them. Time was money, you see! Yes, you see...
the more time they logged in setting up home for you the
more money they earned! And how about when your servant
reports on duty days late, armed with the same excuse?
His mother, God rest her deal soul, had passed away. How
many mothers did the bloke have anyway? Of course, you
take him back... dependency is an addiction.
This far-too-familiar
story is repeated with the maali, the dhobi....
However, this way of life, this non-delivery syndrome
is not restricted to a certain class. So how about a
quick, skim-the-surface scan? The politician is an ace at
this non-delivery acthe, at all times dexterously
hangs a carrot in front of you, with the hang on,
wait some more message. That is, I guess, what
politicians are for, so why blame them? Bureaucrats...may
be, I should not rope them in, it might be asking for
trouble? Ditto for politicians but uptil now that quite
slipped my mind! Okay, no special favours for anyone!
Generally speaking, bureaucrats have this penchant for
not attending to their paperwork on time or holding on to
decisions will it is too late. (Taking a leaf out of the
Bosss book is his clerk who works with the
sit-on-the-file attitude and tells you in between slurps
of milky, sugary tea that your file had been
moved, was somewhere midway...). University
scholars, you think they wear that hard-up, spaced-out
look because they are on their way to becoming the
proverbial absent-minded professor? A scholar, is so
because he hopes his professor will at long last put his
signature on the thesis he did, many months ago. Or he
could be roaming around aimlessly, hoping that the
professor who has to arrive from another university,
finally approves. One could go on and on, wrapping up all
professions....
Time to look at the other
side though. To switch positions. Adoctor I know tells me
that her patients okay, not all of them do
not pick up the results of their tests on time. And no,
she is not referring solely to her champagne
lifestyle patients. This doctor, of course
expresses her irritability. And you know what? They pile
her with excuses. Excuses, they come in all shapes and
sizes. And my lala daily needs
shopkeeper has a similar grouse. A few Saturdays ago he
responded to my how-are-you query with a frown. His
story: Many of his customers who are well-to-do
and educated place their ration-orders over the
phone (think that is lovely, so hassle free, next time I
shall do so myself). They instruct Lalajee to keep
their order packed and the bill made so that all they had
to do was hurriedly collect their purchases. But you know
what? This brand of customers usually take their own
sweet time to pick their bags up, some even sleep over
them for a couple of days! The trader, but naturally,
feels aggravated since it locks up space and, of course,
provisions. So what does this all mean? That it is a
national problem... that is clear enough. And the malady,
the problem is compounded by covering up our aversion
(fear?) of date-lines, deadlines with excuses. And that
we do not work on our time management. And so as a
cover-up we have excuses, explanations, justifications
and more excuses.
To pen off on a marginally
less gloomier note. Our turtle-paced Speed Post services
spell it all... delivery insured in 24 hours? I still
wait for that express epistle which should have got here
24 hours ago....
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