It was 4:30 in the evening. Under the bright lights of Mumbai airport, everyone was rushing towards their destinations. In the midst of this crowd, an elderly woman, wearing an old jacket and a worn bag slung over her shoulder, walked slowly. Her white hair and wrinkled face suggested she was a typical woman. She stood in the check-in queue for the India Airlines flight to Goa. She repeatedly took her ticket out of her pocket, checked it, and then put it back.
Riya, the supervisor at the counter, sat smugly. When it was the elderly woman’s turn, she extended her ticket.
Riya furrowed her eyebrows upon seeing the ticket. She elbowed her junior colleague, Sanjay.
“Mataji,” Riya said with feigned sweetness, “Did you make a mistake? This ticket…”
“What happened, daughter? Is the ticket okay? From Mumbai to Goa?”
“No, I mean, this is a ‘business class’ ticket,” Riya emphasized. “It’s very expensive. Did you buy it yourself, or did someone give it to you?”
A man standing behind her in line laughed and said, “Ma’am, it seems you got a free ticket.” Everyone started laughing.
The elderly woman’s face turned red with humiliation, but she composed herself. “Daughter, I bought this ticket. I paid the full amount.”
Riya and Sanjay looked at each other and started joking. “Sanjay, just see, Mother wants to go to business class.”
Sanjay said, “Mother, business class isn’t for you. You should go to economy. We can change seats, it’ll cost less.”
The elderly woman felt very offended. “Son, why isn’t it for me? I paid the full amount for the ticket. Is business class only for rich people who wear expensive suits and ties?”
But the staff didn’t listen to her. He kept saying, “This isn’t for you.” The woman’s eyes began to well up with tears. “Daughter, I bought this ticket with my hard-earned money. It’s my right to travel in business class.”
Just then, a wealthy man, dressed in expensive branded clothing, broke the line and walked straight to the counter. “I need a business class ticket from Mumbai to Goa. Right now!”
Riya immediately stood up. “Sir, business class is full.”
The rich man slammed his black credit card on the table. “I’ll pay double! I need a seat, I really need one!”
The staff’s gaze focused on the elderly woman. Sanjay stepped forward and said sternly, “Mataji, please give up your seat. This gentleman is our special customer. We’ll accommodate you in economy class.”
The woman was shocked. “What do you mean? I paid the money, the ticket is in my name! Then why should I give up my seat?”
Riya lost her patience. Sanjay tried to snatch her old bag. “Ma’am, don’t argue! Business class isn’t for people like you! Your face alone tells me you won’t fit in!”
In the scuffle, the elderly woman stumbled and fell to the floor. Her bag opened, and some clothes and medicines scattered.
The entire hall fell silent. People watched, but no one spoke.
The elderly woman sat down on the floor. Tears welled up in her eyes. “Such a disrespect… in my own country! Don’t the poor have hearts? Is there no respect for old age?”
The staff was still shouting, “Ma’am, there’s no point in drama! Let’s go to economy!”
Just then, a commanding voice rang out. “What’s going on here?”
Karan Mehta, the flight manager, was hurrying toward them. He looked dapper in his uniform, but there was a softness in his eyes.
Riya was startled. “Sir, this woman… she has a business class ticket… she’s insisting…”
The elderly woman held out her ticket to Karan with trembling hands. “Son, these people are sending me to economy. They’re saying I don’t deserve business class.”
Karan Mehta looked at the ticket carefully, checked the system, and then looked at the elderly woman with respect.
“Mataji,” he said warmly, “This ticket is yours. Seat 2A, business class. It’s your right, no one can take it away from you.”
He glared at Riya and Sanjay. “Who said these passengers aren’t worthy?”
Then he said in front of everyone, “Mataji, only those who know how to respect others deserve business class. You deserve it the most.”
The elderly woman’s face relaxed. She asked Karan, “Son, who owns this airline? I want to praise you.”
Karan felt a little nervous. “Mataji, his name is Aman Sinha. But she… she’s very private. Please don’t complain…”
The elderly woman smiled and said, “No, son, I don’t want to complain. But… you probably didn’t read the name on the ticket carefully.”
Karan was confused. How did she know my name? He nervously looked at the ticket again.
Passenger’s name: Aman Sinha.
Karan’s face turned pale. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He looked at the ticket, then at the old woman’s calm face. He trembled.
“Mother… what… what I’m understanding…?”
The elderly woman nodded slowly. “Yes, son. I am Aman Sinha. The owner and chairperson of India Airlines.”
The entire hall was struck as if by lightning. Riya and Sanjay turned to stone. Their tongues faltered. The rich man slowly disappeared into the crowd.
Mrs. Aman Sinha slowly stood up. The same old clothes, the same torn bag, but now there was a radiance around her that made everything else pale.
She took off her glasses, cleaned them, and put them back on.
“You people,” her heavy voice echoed throughout the hall, “have not only insulted me, you’ve insulted your duty! Judging a passenger based on their clothes? Is this what I trained you to do?”
Riya fell at her feet, crying. “Ma’am… we… we didn’t know that you…”
Mrs. Sinha silenced her with a wave of her hand. “That’s the problem! It’s not who I am! It’s who a passenger is! Rich or poor, they have a right to respect! And you tried to take that right away!”
Fear gripped the entire staff.
Mrs. Sinha turned to Karan Mehta. “Mr. Mehta, you’re the only one who understands the true values of this company. You’re appointed Regional Manager. And your first responsibility: investigate this entire team. Anyone involved in this behavior should be fired forever!”
“No, ma’am! Please, ma’am!” Riya and Sanjay began to plead.
“It is unfair to forgive those who forget humanity,” Mrs. Sinha said.
The passengers in the hall applauded.
Mrs. Sinha turned to the passengers and said, “I created this airline to provide convenience and respect to passengers, not to humiliate them.”
A young girl, probably an MBA student, stepped forward. “Ma’am, today you have taught us a lesson. Real strength lies not in humiliating others, but in respecting them.”
Mrs. Sinha smiled and nodded. “Karan, take me to my flight. I don’t want to be late.”
From that day on, India Airlines staff began treating every passenger, rich or poor, with equal respect.
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