(And You Should, Too)
It was the year 2008. I had newly switched over from my first job. From the hectic production schedule of Asian Paints, now I had finally bagged something which I loved to do: Marketing. This company, called Ozone, had been involved in water treatment solutions.
I was assigned to New Delhi to start with. I worked hard; things clicked, and within a year I was delegated entire North India.
Golden temple, Amritsar was one of our esteemed clients. Since it was under the North Zone, I was the single point of contact for all maintenance related activities. This was a vital part of the after-sales process. Mom-dad had visited there earlier (same year) and couldn’t stop singing its praises. I was equally excited to visit the place, known as the spiritual and cultural hub for Sikh religion.
Arriving at Amritsar
When the tour was finally scheduled, I took my usual luggage and expected some ruckus at the airport just like visiting any other city in India. I was a frequent traveler and was pretty used to negotiating with taxi drivers in such situations. I thought Amritsar would be another case of those bargaining conflicts one has to undergo while traveling. As soon as I exited the airport, a Sikh cab driver (must be in his late fifties) greeted me with a…
