In the present fast paced world, where we talk of burn outs and exhaustion leading to frequent job-hopping and pre-mature retirements in the quest for the ‘missing family-work life balance’, it was interesting to read about Dr. S Padmavati, India’s first woman heart specialist who at the ripe age of 96 is perhaps the oldest practicing doctor too ! There seems to be no slowing-down or shifting gears for the Padma Vibhushan awardee who works for 12 hours a day, 5 days a week. Swimming and walking have kept her fit but it is her supreme dedication to her profession that has kept her going. You can read more about her in the Economic Times dated 30th June, 2013.
In my own personal circle, there is this grand old uncle of mine who at the advanced age of 97 is so full of life, hope and positivity that he inspires all of us with the exemplary balanced life he has led, the people he has touched and the latest updates he always has to share. No regrets, no despondency, no cynicism, no ‘in my-days talk’, no ‘why doesn’t God take me away sighs’ ! He lives in the ‘here and now’ and enjoys every moment. He is keen to publish a paper on Nuclear Geology and is working at it, being one of the oldest living Geologists / Uranium specialists. Obviously he loves his profession as much as he does his life. I think it is ‘Hope’ and the forward-looking attitude which is helping such adorable elderly lead a life of dignity, independence and purpose.
Can we take a cue from them and reorganize ourselves to lead a more fulfilling and meaningful life ?
Gone are the days when opening a bank account was easy. All that you had to do was to submit a simple, hand-filled form to the Manager of your neighborhood bank with 2 existing account holders signing to confirm that ‘you’ are ‘YOU’. Thanks to technology, bank websites now scream that it is even simpler – just click a button and the Relationship Manager will be there at your doorstep like a genie to complete the seemingly simple but elaborate paper work. Establishing your identity and place of stay – Know Your Customer or KYC – is a show-spoiler though. Especially if you belong to the politically-attractive but economically-ugly, bottom most strata of the society. Without a PAN or an Election ID card or an Aadhaar or its competitor National Population Registry number, you simply do not exist in the eyes of law.
A couple of months back Anita, my former servant maid came wailing to me complaining that the bank was not allowing her to withdraw the meager sum left in her bank account. Pointing to her chemotherapy pricks and a bald head, she said she needed money to buy food and medicines. Though her pass book showed a balance she was shooed away with some strange demand for documents. She was convinced somebody had instructed the bank to block her account. I was flummoxed and knew something was amiss. Only when I accompanied her to the bank did I realize the bank was fulfilling the KYC requirements. The poor woman had nothing to show. Fortunately, the Manager of the Nationalised Bank, an elderly, considerate and experienced man took pity on her plight, and allowed her to close the account based on my declaration that she was staying with me. A swanky private sector bank would never have allowed this. After about 2 hours of running around from counter to counter, Anita’s account was closed and she could withdraw her money.
Another incident was with my current maid. She had tears of happiness as well as helplessness – her daughter would get a Rs. 500 scholarship every month from the Government for her academic achievements but the rider was the mother needed to have a bank account. As usual, KYC played the spoil sport. This time the Government School Headmaster walked the extra mile and stepped in to issue a letter to make up for the missing proof of identity and residence. Lakshmi’s account was opened and now she is after me to get her a PAN number ! Not for a moment am I trying to undermine the KYC requirements.
The point I am trying to make is in the wake of terrorism, money laundering and other scams, every person seems a suspect, unless proved otherwise. Mundane life has been hit the hardest, more so with the multiplicity of ID cards and passwords.