<Name> Have you even opened the door of your car for your wife?

Yes? No? …
A man opens the door of his car for his wife only in two scenarios. Either the car must be new or
his wife must be new.

Contest Master, Fellow Car drivers,

Unlike every other man, he was special. He opens the door of his brand new Maruti Swift car for
me every day. He never feels bored to do that. More importantly he does that with a hearty
smile. Oh! Married women. Don’t get jealous of me. He’s my cab driver.

Contest Master, Fellow Toastmasters and Guests…

That day, I was the last person to occupy the left out seat in the cab. I jumped in like a lion and
with all the energy that I had, slammed the car door with great force. No wonder, the kind driver
rudely advised me “DO NOT SLAM, HANDLE GENTLY. IT MAY BREAK THE LOCK”. To this,
the Lion became a cat in no time. It was a dark night. I had a good time at beach amidst the cool
breeze - of the sand, the chill water - in my pants, and the tug of war champions - my three
friends

Just as we were wedging ourselves into our seats, my phone started ringing. It was Manju
Sharma. She was born as my mother!! I ignored her call as the driver started talking to my friend
sitting beside him. They were chit chatting just like two friends talking with each other after a
long time. I was in the back seat squished between the other two friends. The driver was
determined to reach the final destination at the earliest possible. However, his reckless driving
assured no guarantee. As I already knew that the journey would not be less than an hour, I
plugged in my earphones, put my head down and got busy with Facebook. I love facebook more
than facing a book. I wish my mom was more like Mark Zuckerberg’s mom! She encourages him
to concentrate more on Facebook while all my mom does is call me incessantly & nag me!

I came across a post which read ‘Do not look down! You might miss something passing by’. I
immediately looked up… And, to my dismay, I realized that our cab had stopped on a green
signal causing a huge traffic jam. The driver hastily got down the cab and walked behind. I
stopped my music, looked back and was shocked to see the driver slamming a young man. Just
with the same force that I slammed his car. He did not stop with just one hit, he slapped him,
slapped him again and again! The young man did not react but just pushed his bike and went
aside. There is no grief like the grief that does not speak. Have you felt the grief of silence?

The driver quickly rushed to start the cab. I took a deep breath to overcome my shock and paid
my ears to the driver's pouring out his anger, ‘3 big hits sir! I have got severe pain in my hand!
He would have been dead today if there wouldn’t have been any women in my cab’. It was as if
my heart had completely stopped beating! He went on ‘There is a scratch below the indicator on
my car. It's been just a month since I bought this new car. Now it would take me 1000s to fix it.”
That… was the moment of realization. How does it feel to be slammed and not handled gently?
The car’s lock that might have been broken could be fixed someday but the force with which the
young man was slammed could not be recalled. The rest of the long ride was silent.

Have you ever slammed someone in your life?

Friends, sometimes we don't realize what we do out of anger. We slam in people's face being
rude. However worse the situations are, the only thing we should remember is “ DO NOT SLAM,
HANDLE GENTLY. IT MAY BREAK.”

My phone vibrated. I looked down. It was My Mom, again! I answered. My mother’s sweet voice
uttered, “Dear, Your favorite dal dhokli is ready for dinner and we are awaiting your arrival.” I
smiled. I did not slam her with my words. My mom is much more special than even that brand
new Maruti Swift car. So are the people in your life.

Is it not, Contest Master!