The Painter painted my life..!

My house had become a khander(in ruins), it wanted to rejuvenate itself, what better way could anyone suggest than to Paint it. So it was a weekend, the painter was home with 2 diff color Paint boxes with him. Now what’s so special about the painting job, almost every other day a building gets painted. So how was it different… Here is the thought..

This painter was a one man army: Painter - Cleaner - Shopper – Salesman, all in one. Out of the many things we know about painter is that, he is a teacher in itself, we hardly happen to recognize.

Well the first thing this guy can teach you is self discipline  - I happened to read this phrase in a book that goes like, “Self Discipline starts where Lip service ends” - Since painting is a long and cumbersome task and anybody who has to just sit there and watch can actually die out of boredom. So even when no one is around and if you notice later, it is the painter who works with dedication and requires no one to keep a check on the quality of his work.

Simply a leader – Not a person who requires micro management.

Try showing a painter, on his job, what’s wrong and right and he can be worse than anybody you have seen, but all he would say in a stern voice is “Boss, relax, let me finish my job first then you tell me.” At the end, you can sit back more silently as you see the beautiful job and admire his experience as it had given him that confidence.

There is nothing called “limitless potential”. Any human, no matter how solidly built, will give up somewhere and so was the case with my painter. Half way down the day he gave up and when questioned, he replied, “Boss, My shoulders have started paining after 6 hrs of work now, If I try to continue, the paint job will be of less quality, It’s better the remaining part gets done tomo.”, there he recognizes his limits and works accordingly.

Humans are not perfect too : Every moment spent with the Painter was a learning  experience. This time there was negative aspect. While I was worried about the floor getting all tainted with paint drops and decided to cover the floor with the news papers, the painter assured me that that was not required, however just after he started his job, I regretted the decision of not covering the floor, as my full room is now covered with white spots while the walls are spick and span.

Now the next day as the job is done and as I look around and I admire my house, thoughts bundle up in my mind that, 'in a Painter life every house he paints is not his own, but still he paints them with loads of love as if it were his own...'

Ending phrase; unable to recollect where I read – “Love your profession as it’s the only thing in your life and it will pay you back in sometime, as the only thing in their life”