Knock Knock, Your Parcel’s Here


Knock Knock, Your Parcel’s Here

Illustration: Namaah/ Arré


run Tukaram Bhosle is one of those nameless, faceless guys, who have insinuated themselves into our lives. Sometimes he drops off the fair-trade quinoa you ordered for your conscience after the weekend pig-out on bacon, or the iPhone 6 from Amazon for your girlfriend because today is the three-month anniversary of the second time you reached third base. Whatever is the occasion, you can’t celebrate without Arun.

Part-time diploma student, full-time delivery boy, Arun works for a start-up that runs your errands. He’s continuing the hoary tradition of chokra boys, or Man Fridays, employed by the British or Anglo-Indian sahibs during the Raj. Thanks to Arun and the start-up he’s joined, even plebs like us, now have privilege.