Story Line:
It was late evening of December 24, 2003. We were travelling in India with our friends Rajni and Asha in their car. After a long and exhausting day we reached the ethnic village resort they had booked for the night.
When Rajni had made bookings at that place, he had booked a room for the driver as well. The resort people had mentioned that they have separate arrangement for them, including blankets and other things. So, when we reached there he asked for the dorm for the driver. They said that all rooms were fully occupied due to a sudden rush and they could not oblige. They said all drivers usually sleep in the vehicle. Rajni offered to pay extra but they said they had no space. After a yelling match, finally they relented and said they will offer him space in a dorm. He went and told the driver that they are supposed to put him up in a dorm and give blankets and if they don't then go to his room and inform him. Jasbir, the driver, waited near a bonfire trying to keep warm.
Rajni went again after half an hour to verify. Jasbir was still outside near the fire. Rajni stormed inside the resort lobby and told the manager to refund money and said that that we would go elsewhere where drivers are considered as human. So, they finally opened up the dorm and not only Jasbir but all drivers of other guests also got in. He waited outside till late night until he was convinced that they were OK.
Reflection:
What I witnessed the next morning has stayed with me for the rest of my life.
After checking out from the place we were walking to our car. Several drivers of other resort guests were waiting to meet Rajni. They said that because of him they had a place to sleep, otherwise they would have frozen at night in their owners’ cars because the outside fire could not have been on the whole night. One driver also mentioned that people don't care for poor people like them as much and they appreciated what had happened the previous night.
When I looked at Jasbir, our friend’s driver, he had a glow on his face and watery eyes. When we parted ways, I remember Jasbir’s goodbye to me, with that glow on his face he said, “I am proud to work for your friend.”