VIJAY SINGH RATHORE

Vijay Singh Rathore a personality I wanted to introduce may be li’l after words in my post still on drafting pad but …., Courtesy, Politeness “Yeh kis Chidiya ka Naam Hai” look that I saw in Rahul’s (my son) eyes when I told him today when that he did not say “Thank You” and abruptly terminated the conversation with his Teacher and put the phone down, it forces me to ponder on priority.

It was 3 days prior to Vijayadashmi a small boy accompanied the Aya who takes care of sweeping and dusting in the house — a contributor towards the Peace n Tranquility in the house u know? (all those who been thru the previous post will know!). Concerned about the Child Labour Laws n it’s consequences, I asked, “who is he?” — “Hamara Naam Vijay Singh Rathore hai” comes the prompt reply from the young lad. I pleaded, not ordered, after all I can not be on the wrong side of the peace keeper! The boy should not do any work but sit in Verandah.

Having got infuriated a day prior on Rahul 4 the mess in his room, with no response in 24 hrs that followed, I got to business my self. In the process found wads of torn papers from the Notebooks stuffed here n there. In my vengeance or may be to teach him a lesson I took out the 6 rolls of crackers “tikali’, the ones u put in the pistol n let go around Diwali which, Rahul was preserving since last Diwali. I called Vijay Singh Rathore in told him that he can take these. I also gave him the Add Gel pen I found not old and not a New one either. All that was wrong with it was that it’s clip was broken, just before handing it over checked the refill. Since it did not work, promptly threw the old one on the floor and put new in side, tested and then gave it to Vijay Singh Rathore. Prompt came — “Thank you Sir”, “Can I take this one also?” pointing towards the not working refill on the floor.

I asked, what will u do with it? I have already put a new one in the pen I gave u. “sir yeh gel hai na main isko bhi thik kar ke istemal kar lenge” (Sir, it’s a gel refill; I will repair and use that also). With just a nod of head I earned another “Thank You Sir”. How much elated I felt with those 2 “Thank you sir” may be I will remain at loss of words to explain ever.

What is the cause? for lack of courtesy and politeness expected form a child who has just entered his teen. Do I shift the Goalpost and blame it on circumstances, near n dear ones who despite my futile protests continued to glorify and appreciate the early signs of ill mannerism in yet tender age? No I can not be so incorrigible, so what, I did my bit to reprimand the habit time and again. I did so in the morning also, may be my style or method of correcting is wrong that’s how it has always been looked upon. Any way who’s interested in fixing the blame the Buck has to finally stop at none other but me — what one is looking fwd to is “how to undo the damage”.

Do I become small by saying “Thank you sooo much”, or a plain “Thank you” in return of a deed of someone 4 u r benefit, or is my thinking wrong? After all why should one thank someone else? Is it a custom of gone by era n I am unnecessarily making fuss about?