<b>Entrance Test</b>

In no time, my three hours were over. Before getting out of the outfit, Tayde told me to go to the canteen and have dinner to make my experience complete. I never knew five-star hotels had canteens. I had thought enviously that they gorged on five-star food every day. This was, however, very much a home–cooked meal.

Dinner done, I changed into my clothes and came to the lobby. I came to the door and Tayde opened it for me. I made it a point to smile and say good night to him. Standing at the door waiting for them to bring my car, the same cute kid came down with his father. Noticing that I was staring, the father said, “ His name is Navin. Navin, say Namaste to uncle.”

I left the place thinking. I was the same; the location was the same; what had changed was the uniform. Whether you are a journalist or an engineer or a doorman doesn’t really matter to the world. What matters is the front you put on. Being a doorman for three hours gave me a better understanding of life and people than being a journalist for three months.

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