The young Turks and the elevator managers

Yes, he makes a living from chewing gums. With out chewing gums he can’t feed his children he makes below eight thousand rupees from Chewing gums. Can you believe that? Actually he’s not a security, this is the story of a “Elevator Manager” who’s struggling to run his family through the busy elevator of my office. His job is to look after the elevator, from unwanted usages and to prevent excessive usage of chewing gums. The young employees don’t care about the people who clean, they will spit wherever they want to; be it the elevator or the toilet.

The team who manages this eight stored building is been struggling with chewing gums all over the elevators. The Young “turks” just spit them all over the elevators because their parents never gave them a course of sanity and compassion. Our toilet on the other hand has a notice there; requesting not to spit chewing gums in the ceramic urinals which is being cleaned twice in a day. It is not about the salary, it is about reality. When I tooks photographs he asked me, Why are you capturing me brother? I said, I’m gonna showcase you on an article. He was happy.

I’m not looking for sympathy but I need every bit of compassion that you’ve left with in you. His managers don’t care about the oxygen levels in the elevator. The most sad thing is that this life is very old and doesn’t have a fan. When the sun is roaring outside, sitting

inside the life is like hell. He was given a chair, that act should be appreciated. You can see people who are standing with out a chair, eight hours a day, 350 days a year through out their lives in order to feed their family.

He’s not alone, there are thousands of elevator managers in Chennai. Some breathes and some don’t. Some of them have a chair, most of them don’t have one. Some of them have a fan and most them don’t have one.

The young “Turks” keep spitting, more and more elevator managers are born everyday. They’re born for spitting whereever they want to. Chennai is a land of respect and courage. Everyone respects others, poeple from all over India makes a living from Chennai. The life of elevator managers is pathetic. The don’t have any appraisals, they don’t have incenstives. They have promotions all the day from one floor to another. The stunning fact is that, he’s running a family through preventing chewing gum droppings on the elevator. Of course when the young guys stop using chewing gums he may loose his job or his superiors will be forced give him another job where he can breathe

Yes, he makes a living from chewing gums. With out chewing gums he can’t feed his children he makes below eight thousand rupees from Chewing gums. Can you believe that? Actually he’s not a security, this is the story of an “Elevator Manager” who’s struggling to run his family through the busy elevator of my office. His job is to look after the elevator, from unwanted usages and to prevent excessive usage of chewing gums. The young employees don’t care about the people who clean, they will spit whereever they want to; be it the elevator or the toilet.

The team who manages this eight storeyed building is been struggling with chewing gums all over the elevators. The Young “turks” just spit chewing gums all over the elevators because their parents never gave them a course on sanity and compassion. Our toilet on the other hand has a notice there; requesting not to spit chewing gums in the ceramic urinals which is being cleaned twice in a day. It is not about the salary, it is about reality. When I tooks photographs he asked me, Why are you capturing me brother? I said, I’m gonna showcase you on an article. He was happy. I’m not looking for sympathy but I need every bit of compassion that you’ve left with in you.

His managers don’t care about the oxygen levels in the elevator. The most sad thing is that this lift is very old and doesn’t have a fan. When the sun is roaring outside, sitting inside the elevator is like hell. He was given a chair, that act should be appreciated. You can see people who are standing with out a chair, eight hours a day, 350 days a year through out their lives in order to feed their family.

He’s not alone, there are thousands of elevator managers in Chennai. Some breathes and some don’t. Some of them have a chair, most of them don’t have one. Some of them have a fan and most them don’t have one. The young “Turks” keep spitting, more and more elevator managers are born everyday. The young turks are born for spitting whereever they want to.

Chennai is a land of respect and courage. Everyone respects others, people from all over India makes a living from Chennai. The life of elevator managers is pathetic. The don’t have any appraisals, they don’t have incenstives. They have promotions all the day from one floor to another. The stunning fact is that, he’s running a family through preventing chewing gum droppings on the elevator. Of course when the young guys stop using chewing gums he may loose his job orhis superiors will be forced give him another job where he can breathe.

AthulKumar


Originally published at chennaionline.com.