Make no mistake
The Police in Surat, not to be outdone, has woven tenets of Gandhigiri (GG) into its uniform. The traffic police in Surat has decided to employ GG modules to bring about a change of heart in traffic offenders.india Updated: Jan 03, 2007 23:38 IST
The Police in Surat, not to be outdone, has woven tenets of Gandhigiri (GG) into its uniform. The traffic police in Surat has decided to employ GG modules to bring about a change of heart in traffic offenders.
Each offender is handed a rose instead of a ticket. Alas, the sinners’ remorse is as fleeting as the rose’s fragrance. So, the officers engaged in some furious head-scratching to come up with an alternative to the rose — a Tulsi sapling. This, amazing as it seems, does seem to have some takers. I speak for myself and it is an experience worth sharing. For, otherwise, wouldn’t we laugh that a rose/tulsi can convert miscreants of the road into saints on the road.
About a month ago, my wife was upset over something. Suffice to say here that between husband and wife no issue is too small. I was clearly at fault and a simple ‘sorry’ clearly was not going to be enough. So, I decided to back it up with some flower-power.
Knowing my wife’s weakness for red carnations, I bought a bunch and presented it to her with apologies. It worked. For the few days the bunch was fresh, the flowers were like the red signal to me. But soon they withered, and so my resolve to practise restraint.
A few days later, I made the same mistake again. Now, I was in for bigger trouble. Wife’s silence lasted two entire days. The frost seemed to be beyond the reach of even global warming. Being at my wits’ end, I turned to the florist again.
There is one thing about florists. A look at the customer and they can say the purpose of the purchase of flowers. Moreover, it is hardly normal for a middle-aged fellow to buy exotic flowers this often, that too when it is past the wedding season. The florist was an understanding man. Just as I surveyed his merchandise, he drew my attention to something different — a Lucky Bamboo or the Fortune plant. It didn’t take long to be convinced about its magical powers.
Well, it turned out to be the perfect metaphor for husbandly contrition. Not least because my wife has more than a passing interest in Feng Shui. She was truly moved. She placed the lucky charm in a prominent place in the living room.
Like a regal signal it stands now. This time, a green one. Yet, it never ceases to remind me of the wisdom of the road: caution pays even when the coast is clear.