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Autobiograohy of Garbage Collector

  • Date Submitted: 09/20/2015 07:28 AM
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This is a true account of a hardworking person who lives life in oblivion though he continues to live in public. The face very common to all of us yet the face forgotten when our job is done. No, I am not talking about counselors nor I am suggesting to any local version of the Casanova. This face is so much in the public eye that it is generally taken for granted and the person behind the face is generally misunderstood. I am not talking about a politician.


Folks, if you are Indians by chance or if you happened to travel in India by public transport, then I am sure that hero of the story – the bus conductor - must have asked you for a ticket to whom you might have given the money like you put in any donation box and moved on.



I know of so many people from my neighborhood who wished to become a bus conductor in childhood. In our chaotic city lives we don’t get to come across a horse rider or a mahout (elephant rider) or driver of any respectable animal. The only person who used to look totally in command of his pet in those days was the bus conductor and the driver. The bus driver and bus conductor were such a craze in our childhood because of their élan and maneuvering skills that we use to practice it when we used to sit on a sofa. The driver enthusiast – usually a good friend of mine liked to take the wheel and I used to take the reins like a conductor. Man! He used to be the hero.

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