A slice of sweetness from my life

 

A slice of sweetness from my life. This is what I wrote to Rajan, a bosom friend for years and a comrade in commuting by train

My dear Rajan

We are actually friends for very long time. The bond among persons who commute daily -between workplace and home-especially by train is something wonderful.

Leaving home without seeing the sunrise, and reaching home a couple of hours after sunset, for six days a week at least.

That is the life of commuters..

And we spend four to five hours in trains daily--with compartments crowded, with passengers of all denominations, -- it is a wonderful experience..

In addition, even persons who exchange bad words and even have minor physical skirmishes in the chase for a portion of a seat in the train, cool down and become lovely chums within minutes.

Only commuters can understand that wonderful experience.

I have been doing that for 16 years or so.

Palakkad to Coimbatore, Palakkad to Pollachi, Palakkad to Trichur.

You were my train mate for a long period.

You refer to me as IT sir, because, I and a good number of Income tax Employees underwent this Odyssey persistently and others watched because the Income tax men stuck together even in train journey.

Employees of all cadres were available in the train.

We could have even run an Income tax office in the train.

Your post takes me back to those memories.

Yes, we have lost our identity as human beings.

Once a taxman, always a taxman.

Even years after retirement, I cannot think of myself anything other than an employee of the income tax department..

Thank you Rajan Iyer.

Thank you for the memories.

Thank you for your friendship.

You represent a portion in my life, which is ever sweet, worthy of remembering ever.

I have had the sweet privilege of your friendship.

God bless you.

Kva the taxman