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Reprograming our Civic Sense

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The other day I was out in the town with my dear friend - my three-year-old daughter. And when we were about to have our lunch I realized I needed some cash. So, that took me to the doorstep of an ATM. I was totally taken back. That was not what I expected to greet me. But it is a sad reality; this is when modern problems coupled with our traditional mindset - confront us dear.  

Don't stare at the lady's bottom, but what is on the floor! Lol...

Recently, all BOB ATMs started refusing to print receipts and I admired the idea behind this initiative. By discouraging the machines to print receipts unnecessarily we do a great service to our environment and a big favor to our municipal authorities. It is our common knowledge that as soon as a receipt is printed the customers throw them in the ATM rooms even if there are trash cans provided. And at some point ATM rooms have nearly become a garbage-house. This has a lot of things to do with the people - customers. Even now, we direly need some lessons on civic sense. We must urge all our banks to program their ATMs never to dispense receipts and say NO to wastes! 

We are guilty of throwing everything carelessly on the streets. And the big tragedy is that the people who are supposed to set good examples commit the bigger crimes themselves by preaching "heavy concepts" that they will never practice in their lifetime. But whatever said and done - if each of us takes responsibility for our own waste then we will have solved half the problem. It is simple act like refusing to print money receipts from an ATM machine that I see making BIG difference at the end! 

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