Hey, my friend! Welcome to DEEP Talks on Vaptalks, where we talk heart to heart. I’m a guy working in corporate since 2022, learning life’s lessons. In 2024, I’m here to share them to make your life better. Today, I’ll tell you a story about why we shouldn’t judge people. Grab your chai, let’s talk.
One morning, I felt excited for medu vada. “Chalo yaar, nashta mein medu vada khayenge,” I thought happily. I love walking, so I didn’t take my bike or cycle. I walked to my favorite Anna’s stall, but he wasn’t there. My heart felt a little sad, my mood starting to go down. I walked 2 km to another Anna, but he was gone too. “Ab kya, pura din kharab?” I whispered, feeling disappointed. Then I remembered a vada pav stall near my old house, where I lived as a kid, 1 km away. I went, ate yummy vada pav, met an old friend, and my heart lifted a bit, smiling again.
Walking back home, 2-4 km, I saw my bank open. My old account’s card was expired, not arrived yet, and I hadn’t used it for a long time, maybe had 1000-1500 rupees. I thought, “Itna chala hoon, bank ka kaam kar lete hain, time ka kuch accha use karte hain.” I went in, wearing a simple t-shirt, pants, and slippers. I filled a slip for 200 rupees and stood in line. When I gave the slip to the cashier lady, she looked at me like I was nothing and said, “Itna zyada cash nahi nikalta.” I felt confused, my face getting hot. I checked the slip, and it was just 200. “Madam, 200 hi toh hai,” I said softly. She shouted, “Itna nahi nikalta, pata nahi kahan se aa jate hain.” Her words hit me like a slap, I felt so insulted, my heart sank deep, tears almost coming. People stared, and I wanted to disappear, feeling small and angry inside.
I checked on my phone, showed her, “Madam, minimum 100 rupees nikal sakta hoon.” But she didn’t listen, shouted more, and made a big drama. “Yaar, yeh kaisi bezzati hai?” I thought, heart full of sadness and anger. I felt low, like giving up, but then fire came in me. “Nahi, main sahi hoon. Main dikhaunga,” I decided strongly. I transferred 50,000 from my salary account to this one, filled two slips, one to deposit 50,000, one to withdraw 50,200. I asked people if I could go ahead in line, and they said okay. I gave the slips to the cashier. She was shocked. The account with 1500 now had 50,000! Her machine wasn’t working, so she counted 50,200 by hand, gave it to me. I took my 200, gave back 50,000. She looked down, quiet, embarrassed. People around smiled; some laughed at her.
The manager came, asked, “Sir, aap kya karte ho?” I said I work in corporate, just came to check my account. I told him, “When I asked for 200, she insulted me. Now with 50,000, you treat me differently. Same clothes, same slippers, same me. This is wrong.” I said, “This is a government bank. Poor people with 3000-5000 a month come here. If you judge them for 100-200 rupees, it’s not fair.” My heart felt strong now, full of energy, proud for speaking up.
You’re thinking, “Vap, log toh judge karte hi hain!” You’re right, bunny. “Bunny, tum sahi ho, log judge karte hain,” I’ve said to myself. But it hurts so much, na? I felt that deep shame, anger boiling, but I turned it into strength. Don’t judge people by their clothes or money. See them as humans. That cashier didn’t know my story or the story of others with little money. Respect everyone, get respect back.
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