I trust my readers know about the famous king who built a hospital for poor patients in his kingdom. If not, please do a Google search of my blog - it will give you all the links. Today I am going to write about a bank teller in that kingdom.
The doctors in his hospital were paid salaries. But they were also given bearer cheques (checks) for doing some research out of their research grants. They would take these cheques to the bank which handled the king's business. The bank was conscientious. Though a bearer cheque was meant to allow anyone holding it to withdraw cash of the amount written on it, the bank tellers asked for identification of the bearer of the cheque, so as to protect loss of the money by the cheque falling in the hands of rogues.
One day one doctor employed by the king went to the bank with such a cheque. He believed he was actually fit to be the king himself, and behaved accordingly. Though the bank was at some distance from the hospital, he went their wearing his full sleeved white coat that told people he was a doctor.Unfortunately the fools (in his opinion) at the bank did not recognize him for what he was, and he had to stand in a queue like ordinary people. He showed he was a good sport by not showing his anger at the treatment meted out to him. When he reached the bank teller (they used to call the bank person who paid or received cash as teller even in those days), he presented his cheque and stood waiting for the cash.
"Your identity card please" the teller said.
"My identity card?" he asked incredulously. Everyone should be knowing him, he believed. This was an outrage.
"Yes, please" the teller said.
"In twelve years no one has asked me to show my identity card! (बारा वर्षांत कोणीही माझ्याकडे माझे कार्ड मागितलेले नाही)" he said loudly enough for everyone in the bank to hear. So the teller must have heard him, since the distance between the two was just one foot. Still she showed no reaction and kept waiting for the card to be shown. People who were listening understood that he had been in service for twelve years.
"Our hospital has forty lakh rupees in this bank. We use that money for research (आमचे चाळीस लाख रुपये या बॅंकेत आहेत. ते आम्ही संशोधनासाठी वापरतो)" he said, suggesting all that money was actually his. The clerk remained unmoved.
"Take this (हे घ्या)" he said angrily, extracting his identity card from his wallet. "If it is not enough, I have PAN card, election card, driving license and passport, ... Shall I show you all of those too? (ते जर पुरले नाही तर माझ्याकडे पॅन कार्ड, निवडणूक ओळखपत्र, वाहकाचा परवाना, आणि पारपत्र पण आहे. ते सर्व दाखवू का?)"
The teller inspected the card he had shown, returned it without a word and started counting the banknotes to be given to him for the cheque.
"What a face. Even a fly is not moving from that face ( काय चेहरा आहे! चेह~यावरची माशीपण हलत नाही आहे) he said angrily about the teller, again loudly enough so that everyone would hear it. The teller showed no reaction, gave him the money for that cheque, and asked the next person in the queue to hand over his cheque or withdrawal slip. The angry doctor took the money went away fuming.
"That teller was totally in control of her emotions" someone commented softly so that the angry doctor would not hear it and start another fight. "She has control like Lord Buddha."
The doctors in his hospital were paid salaries. But they were also given bearer cheques (checks) for doing some research out of their research grants. They would take these cheques to the bank which handled the king's business. The bank was conscientious. Though a bearer cheque was meant to allow anyone holding it to withdraw cash of the amount written on it, the bank tellers asked for identification of the bearer of the cheque, so as to protect loss of the money by the cheque falling in the hands of rogues.
One day one doctor employed by the king went to the bank with such a cheque. He believed he was actually fit to be the king himself, and behaved accordingly. Though the bank was at some distance from the hospital, he went their wearing his full sleeved white coat that told people he was a doctor.Unfortunately the fools (in his opinion) at the bank did not recognize him for what he was, and he had to stand in a queue like ordinary people. He showed he was a good sport by not showing his anger at the treatment meted out to him. When he reached the bank teller (they used to call the bank person who paid or received cash as teller even in those days), he presented his cheque and stood waiting for the cash.
"Your identity card please" the teller said.
"My identity card?" he asked incredulously. Everyone should be knowing him, he believed. This was an outrage.
"Yes, please" the teller said.
"In twelve years no one has asked me to show my identity card! (बारा वर्षांत कोणीही माझ्याकडे माझे कार्ड मागितलेले नाही)" he said loudly enough for everyone in the bank to hear. So the teller must have heard him, since the distance between the two was just one foot. Still she showed no reaction and kept waiting for the card to be shown. People who were listening understood that he had been in service for twelve years.
"Our hospital has forty lakh rupees in this bank. We use that money for research (आमचे चाळीस लाख रुपये या बॅंकेत आहेत. ते आम्ही संशोधनासाठी वापरतो)" he said, suggesting all that money was actually his. The clerk remained unmoved.
"Take this (हे घ्या)" he said angrily, extracting his identity card from his wallet. "If it is not enough, I have PAN card, election card, driving license and passport, ... Shall I show you all of those too? (ते जर पुरले नाही तर माझ्याकडे पॅन कार्ड, निवडणूक ओळखपत्र, वाहकाचा परवाना, आणि पारपत्र पण आहे. ते सर्व दाखवू का?)"
The teller inspected the card he had shown, returned it without a word and started counting the banknotes to be given to him for the cheque.
"What a face. Even a fly is not moving from that face ( काय चेहरा आहे! चेह~यावरची माशीपण हलत नाही आहे) he said angrily about the teller, again loudly enough so that everyone would hear it. The teller showed no reaction, gave him the money for that cheque, and asked the next person in the queue to hand over his cheque or withdrawal slip. The angry doctor took the money went away fuming.
"That teller was totally in control of her emotions" someone commented softly so that the angry doctor would not hear it and start another fight. "She has control like Lord Buddha."
