A person's dignity is never defined by their wealth, clothes, job or
social 'status'. Dignity of a human being is something innate. Got this
old idea of mine reinforced today as I observed one of the janitors at
the restaurant this morning. He was sitting at one of the tables in the
not-so-well-lit inner corner of the restaurant. The way in which he was
sitting was what you call as 'majestic'. Sitting sideways on the chair,
ramrod straight, broad-chested, a square jaw that complemented
the overall manful look, with one hand resting on the table and the
other above it, he reminded me of the paintings of Maharanas and
Zamindars of yore. Initially I assumed him to be a customer awaiting his
food. But only when I saw him gather the cleaning cloth and the bucket
from behind the chair and start cleaning the tables did I understand
what he really was. Even while cleaning the tables, his demeanour wasn't
that of someone doing a 'menial' job. He went about his job in a
clinical, detached manner.
Once again I have learnt that dignity isn't defined by ephemeral
external factors, but something that we exude from within. And, I am
grateful to that middle-aged fellow citizen from North-East for this
morning's lovely lesson!
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