The Sanitary Inspector.

Many of my friends and members of my extended family are on facebook and quite a bit of information is shared there some of major import and most trivial. Yesterday, one of my friends, a fellow alumnus of the business school that I went to, shared an article with a great amount of pride. Only people who have been to Varanasi on a number of occasions spread over a few decades would be able to understand the impressive achievements in terms of getting the town and the river cleaned up. There are many other success stories like this coming out from different parts of the country and we are naturally very happy to share such stories.

Among the same group of alumni, we have a sceptic who loathes our Prime Minister, as he is perfectly entitled to in our democracy, who on reading the post on Varanasi, instead of sharing our joy promptly called our Prime Minister The Sanitary Inspector who is fit only for that job. He is entitled to that opinion and I have little to offer as a retort, but that description sent me off on a tangent which is what this post is about.

During the recent reunion that I attended at Mumbai with my colleagues from over a quarter of a century ago, we were recollecting how I used to be called the sanitary inspector, a badge that I wore with a great deal of pride. There was only one person in that group who could recall the reasoning behind that sobriquet for me and I had to explain that to the others. Let me share my story with my readers as well.

When I joined the company as a Management Trainee in Mumbai, I was expected to report to work much before anyone else to learn all about how the set up came alive by assisting in the opening of the gates, doors etc and other attendant routines. The Warehouse staff were expected to report fifteen minutes before the office staff and that is where I learnt my first lesson about an aspect of living in Mumbai that I had not been aware of earlier.

The warehouse staff were company employees who were supported by Mathadi workers who would unload trucks that arrived with goods and also transport repacked goods to local customers and to transport companies for upcountry despatch.

Mathadi workers as well as our company employees would hope that the Warehouse in charge would come on time if not earlier so that they could use the company toilets. They would come from distant suburbs forgoing the use of their local public toilets to come to our company premises where the queues were shorter because there were more number of toilets and also the total population using the facilities were much less. This one single aspect of our providing a facility that most of us would take for granted made such an impression on me that once I became a full fledged Manager, I would insist on visiting the toilets regularly to ensure their cleanliness and functionality. I would do this wherever I was posted as well as I grew in the company and went on branch visits at branches. That is how I got the sobriquet The Sanitary Inspector, a title that I cherished more than all the other fancy designations that I eventually got.

A few years ago, my late wife Urmeela and I were shopping in the main shopping area of Pune, much before the advent of malls. I was stopped by someone who looked familiar but who I could not immediately place. He introduced himself as a warehouseman from one of our branches now in retirement. It was a poignant meeting and much to my embarrassment, he informed Urmeela how much my toilet visits used to impress these workers. I shared this story also with my colleagues during the reunion and they too shared similar stories.

So, my dear friend Shekhar, being a Sanitary Inspector can be a highly satisfying occupation too. And with much love and affection, I dedicate this post to you.

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16 Responses to The Sanitary Inspector.

  1. Dun-Na-Sead says:

    while working my way through college, i landed in a pizza joint as a waitress, and “other jobs” as necessary. “Other jobs” was two shows a night of singing with the patrons, tap dancing, silly sketches, and….cleaning the place from top to bottom, including the big pizza oven- for which two people had to climb inside and scour.
    my standard comment was, if i keep having to do this, one day i swear i will put my head in the oven for real. on the day I left they gave me a drawing, done by fellow oven-cleaning sufferer, and signed by all the other students. it was a woman with her head in the oven, and the words “lest you forget” it has a place of honor in my kitchen. you must have been very beloved.

  2. Good for you! That is indeed a reason to be proud.
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  3. Linda P. says:

    We forget, sometimes, how important are the things we take for granted, and also how important work well done is, no matter the type of work. I loved learning more about the working conditions, too.

    • What is normal for us can often be out of reach for others. It rarely strikes us unless something like my exposure to the early morning shifts comes along.

  4. tammy j says:

    oh rummy!
    that’s all. just oh rummy! another reason you’re a hero.
    to me and many others. kudos rummy.
    and to your friend shekhar… i would say… give the prime minister a chance. see what he can do.
    we have a president that the people voted for and elected TWICE…
    and then the people proceeded to vote in a congress that vetoed every single thing he tried to accomplish. and then. the same people criticize him for getting “nothing done.” not only unfair. but totally weird!
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  5. I’ve always appreciated when management does things to look after the people working under them. Shows character.
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  6. Kaitlin says:

    This is a fantastic memory, and what a great gift you offered so many. These are the things that (obviously, based on the gentleman’s story) make a big difference to people’s day-to-day existence.

    • Memory got jigged by the reunion. I had forgotten all about it. It happened in the seventies of the last century. Things are very different today.

  7. wisewebwoman says:

    It is so often the so-called “small thing” that turn out to be major in the long run. And memorable. Good for you!
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  8. Max Coutinho says:

    Hi Rummy,

    I would probably be called the Sanitary Inspector if I were there (here in Europe, they call me the clean freak lol).
    PM Modi has been doing an excellent job and he is doing it the right way, quite frankly. He is an example for African countries (and even Latin American ones). I wish him all the success in the world.

    Cheers
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