Me or my Car ?

    I was called for a visit at a plush apartment in Peddar Road. I usually travel by my bike, as it is convenient, 


can go almost in all by-lanes of Mumbai and easy parking. When i entered the building, the watchman asked 


me harshly " Kidhar Jana Hai"  I said "Kothari Sahab ke Yahan"   He looked at me ( looked down upon me) 


and said " Wahan peche park karo aur register main naam Likho"   There was no smile. 


For a moment I thought I was a courier chap or a Salesman. 


    Days went by, I was called again by the gentleman. This time I took my car as I had to Visit suburbs after 


the visit. I was sitting behind and working on the case on the laptop....  The car entered the building.  


And look at the transformation....   I was greeted with a Salaam... A huge Exploding smile, The Car 


door was opened. I was told where Kothari sahab stays. I was escorted till the lift !!  Wow !!  


    I looked at the Mirror in the lift..... 

    I was the same. 


   I guess that respect was to the car, not to me.........