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The miner’s faithful employee



In my service as a Labour Officer, I heard all sorts of tales, told by the large and varied cast of employees who walked into the Labour Department with their complaints. This is one of those tales.


An Indian employee has been employed by a tin miner, The miner had a number of employees who were provided with board and lodging at the tin mine. His favorite was an Indian employee who had earned his trust over the years. Being rich he had a number of wives and houses in town. His latest acquisition was a young woman who was attracted to his money and the lifestyle it had brought. Being the youngest and the most beautiful in his collection the miner was attracted to her and allowed her to indulge in her fancies.  He bought her an apartment in town  and was happy with the purchase as it was very comfortable and he could brag to his friends of his new status of living in a posh area in town well known for housing the wealthy. The new wife was not happy going around in taxis. She appealed to him to get her a car and a driver. His other wives did not ask for this  luxury being contented with their lives and the comforts of being a miner’s wife.The miner gave in and bought her a brand new car and transferred one of his faithful  drivers to drive her around. This driver was curious why the miner’s wife was going to the mines during working hours when the workers

were at work. His curiosity was answered a few days later when he saw the miner’s wife and a young worker in a compromising position when all workers had left for work. He returned to the car and waited for the miner’s wife to return to the waiting car. She returned to the car after about half an hour and directed the driver to take her home. The driver was unhappy that his boss’s wife was cheating on the boss who was a kind man. He decided to teach her a lesson for her infidelity.

The mining road was undulating and was a sandy track. As soon as she got into the car he deliberately drove the car fast on the sandy track. The miner’s wife was being tossed up and down in the vehicle. She was crying for help but the driver pretended not to hear her. It took them half an hour to get out of the mining roads. She was appealing to the driver to slow down and drop her at the nearest bus stop. The driver felt that it was enough punishment and proceeded to the office. Once at the office she jumped out of the car, took possession of the keys  and told the driver he is dismissed and need not report for work from the next day. The driver did not delay in filing a case at the Labour Department. In the old days workers only filed for balance of wages and indemnity in lieu of notice at the Labour Department. The remedy of reinstatement was not available then. As the amount claimed was insignificant the miner’s wife deposited the amount at the Labour Department. When the complainant was called to the office to collect his dues, he said what the woman told the office was the truth as he wanted to punish her for her infidelity. He was told that his role was that of a driver and punishing the employer for her flaws was not his duty. The employee was satisfied that he got his dues despite harassing the unfaithful wife.  



All content (c) Ganapathy Ramasamy, mynameisgana@blogspot.com


Picture is for illustration only and (c) of Lat



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