On my recent trip to Karnataka I met a cab driver. Shruten and I took a cab from Bangalore airport to city, roughly 1 hr 20 min journey. As we started from airport his phone rang and almost half way through he was on phone. In his fastest kannada language He was venting out about his job, state of his vehicle , how its difficult to meet the ends, etc … once he was done I told him he should not take calls while driving, its not safe. . Then we started chatting and shruten gave me usual look that says, “ are you going to chat with him now ?” then he pretended to not understanding the language we speak in to and we continued … the driver expressed his views about recent developments and changes Bangalore is going through for last 2 decades. Problems as traffic control and town planning. Also, weather and of course the metro. He was very much proud of the place and had mixed feeling about the transformation. He also asked me ‘where I came from?’ when I said Pune, he knew it’s in Maharashtra. Later when we were close to the destination, we were passing through M.G. Road. He informed me that there are good pubs and bars in this area, and its close to where you are staying. I said ‘ok’. I thought it’s a general information about the town as he was sharing many other things. But in last 5-7 minutes of our journey he repeated this information about bar and pubs couple of times adding you would like them. I was little offended, but I let it go. Didn’t want to confront him with, ‘what you think of me? Do I look like I go to such places every day?’ (though there is nothing wrong in that …. ). I just gave a grin and got off at the destination. I shared the incident with a friend and she said “ he probably thought that you are from north (no offence) , you should have told him that he got the wrong impression of you.“ I said ,” let it be, I don’t really care anymore about what others think of me. I know myself well. “
Around Diwali, we went for a shopping at a saree shop. we brought a saree to gift. Harish was asking me to get one for myself. I said no , he asked couple of times and so did the salesman. (I am not a saree person. I have just one that I brought at shruten’s naming ceremony almost 15 years back.) After 2-3 days we had to exchange the same saree for some reason, the same salesman was there. again ,he insisted to get one for me. I denied, at the billing counter I paid the difference. He took the money and made the bill then thought something and gave all the money back to me. Saying,’ I wont take the difference from you, you seem to be a nice person 🙂
I remembered many people who had diverse impressions of me. There was a Korean neighbor in London, who once said that “I can read a face and can tell that you cannot cheat or lie to anybody”( she was my favorite ). Few days back, a colleague said ‘ you don’t seems like you stayed in London’ (she means you are too dumb to believe to be back from UK ) , Disha , a newly found sweet friend says , ‘you are so simple , you didn’t bring that attitude from UK’. Yet another friend says, ‘you are so mature and sensible, I don’t think you ever fight or have conflicts with anybody (.. ahem ….. ). One of the relative thinks I am headstrong and arrogant. Some think I am very shy; others think I am too vocal about my opinions. some says i am easy to get along with , others say i am not friendly at all.
I believe, what we see in others is either our perception, a shade of yourself, or a reflection of yourself. Its part of us that we see in others.
If you see anything good in me that’s because you are good. If you think I am good for nothing … well ..
we all have thousands of shades as we are perceived by many people.