The Commissioner of Police did something rare. Not only did he release Amit’s short film but also announced it should be made compulsory viewing in all colleges and Transport Offices. I still remember the pride I felt witnessing the event.
That was the power of Amit’s work.
Long before his business card said Director, Amit was already one. A director of social conscience. A storyteller who turned his lens toward the overlooked corners of life.
I remember how passionately he spoke to me about a film he was making on road safety. It wasn’t just about rules or traffic signs. It was about a boy.
A poor slum dweller. A child whose life was shattered by one rash act of a car driver.
Amit visited the boy in the hospital. He sat with the boy’s parents. He gave them hope when they had none. One day he shared a story with me — the family, desperate, had sacrificed a cock praying for their child’s recovery. Amit did not dismiss their act as superstition. He respected their pain.
But fate was unkind. The boy did not survive.
Amit was heartbroken. Yet he didn’t stop. He transformed his grief into a film — not to preach, but to make us feel the real cost of negligence on the road.
This is what true gardeners in our workplaces look like. They may be writing code by day or managing projects, but outside of work, they plant seeds of awareness, compassion, and change. All they need from us is encouragement. A little sunlight of appreciation.
My salute to Amit — a director not just of films, but of humanity.
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