There is so much of goodness in the world around which goes unsung. All of us are so busy thinking about ourselves that we fail to appreciate the small acts of goodness and kindness that we see around. Besides, our ego, and the scramble for inner realisation and satisfaction of that inflated ego,doesn't always let us see beyond that one thing - I.
So i have decided I will keep my eyes open to the goodness around and try to propagate it and pay ode to it by writing about those small episodes of kindness around me.
By this, although I am not making any substantial difference to the society we live in, but at least I am doing something in my own small way. These write-ups will be my way of praying for more of such goodness and happiness in the world as also my way of saying thank you to those unsung good Samaritans. So here I go. However, it doesn't mean that I will confine myself to recording only such events in this blog, as this blog was meant to be something and anything that i feel, and i feel strongly about. So, it will have humour as usual, emotions as usual and at the same time these special write-ups.
So, it all started in this way which made me feel good about this world. I was, as usual, very disturbed with my personal and professional life in spite of having a good dream run intermittently since the start of this year. But as I am, an ambivert of the first order and hardly conditioned to accept the things as they are, I was feeling very low in office yesterday. Was sad about a lot of things happening and a lot of things not happening with me as expected. So after an arduous day at office, the only good thing that I was looking forward to was a movie at a theater just walking distance from my home, where Singham was playing. An Ajay Devgan flick which promised a lot of action, and I was looking forward to it with great anticipation, action being my favourite genre in films.
So as soon as I reached home, around 9.15 pm, my stomach crying with hunger due to an unforgiving lunch at office, I threw my bag on the bed, changed into a tee and rushed for the theater. But unfortunately got late as my cousin and aunt from Kolkata called me and started and started their tease-infested bantering on me not keeping in touch with them, as is done by almost every person in my family (I am infamous for that). So the crux is that I could just hang up at the nick of time and rushed for the theater and unfortunately could manage a grab a bite at something to quench the writhing pain in my stomach of hunger.
I sat down for the movie promising my helpless stomach that it will take care of it in the intermission and sat down to watch. The movie, as expected was packed with punchy dialogues and large than life action scenes and me and my poor stomach forgot what hunger is. But in the back of my mind, the promise was still firm.
So, just when the intermission sign flashed on the screen, I jumped off from my seat and launched myself at the food counter, where the best you can get is samosas and a coldrink, but for a famished soul, anything food is tandoori chicken. But as it happens in life, the same happens at rush hour food counters, no mater how fast you are there are people who are always faster than you, and you are always the fourth or the fifth best.
I was the fifth person in a hugely distorted horizontal queue and by the time my turn came to buy up my rightful piece of evening snacks, the crowd from this single screen theater had already flooded the counter and started exerting unnerving pressure from behind, reminiscent of a local train of Mumbai, the only difference is that in the latter the pressure comes from all sides.
So, coming back to the pressurising situation, because being fifth in the serial number and with the burden of the entire theatre bearing heavy over me from behind, I found myself in a situation of a sandwich. So much so that I just couldn't move and the granite slab of the counter almost tore into my hungry stomach while a heavy huge Goliath-bodied person was equally aggressive to buy his share of snack.
I made a sound of pain, incomparable to any living being I can think of, I looked back with whatever movement the crown allowed my neck. I told him let me please move out and you come in front, expecting a crude look and an ugly ominous face to nudge his way through me.
But surprisingly, the person, with the help of his heavy-built made way for this skinny piece of flesh and bone. Apologised with his eyes and let me move. All this time, I had still not collected my samosas and Pepsi. So, now while I was behind him, I was struggling to put the samosas on this frugal piece of newspaper when this 'Good Guy' helped me put them on the newspaper plate, momentarily forgetting about the competition of buying a depleting stack of snacks. he helped me put them on the plate and gave a friendly smile and that was the moment of the day. All the sadness of my day melted into respect for this person, a little act of kindness took over the dull and bleak happenings of the day and made me feel good.
This is my ode to that person and a prayer that his this act of kindness should deliver him from a gruelling time that he might come across in his future life.
Kudos to Kindness.
Promit - 23/07/11
So i have decided I will keep my eyes open to the goodness around and try to propagate it and pay ode to it by writing about those small episodes of kindness around me.
By this, although I am not making any substantial difference to the society we live in, but at least I am doing something in my own small way. These write-ups will be my way of praying for more of such goodness and happiness in the world as also my way of saying thank you to those unsung good Samaritans. So here I go. However, it doesn't mean that I will confine myself to recording only such events in this blog, as this blog was meant to be something and anything that i feel, and i feel strongly about. So, it will have humour as usual, emotions as usual and at the same time these special write-ups.
So, it all started in this way which made me feel good about this world. I was, as usual, very disturbed with my personal and professional life in spite of having a good dream run intermittently since the start of this year. But as I am, an ambivert of the first order and hardly conditioned to accept the things as they are, I was feeling very low in office yesterday. Was sad about a lot of things happening and a lot of things not happening with me as expected. So after an arduous day at office, the only good thing that I was looking forward to was a movie at a theater just walking distance from my home, where Singham was playing. An Ajay Devgan flick which promised a lot of action, and I was looking forward to it with great anticipation, action being my favourite genre in films.
So as soon as I reached home, around 9.15 pm, my stomach crying with hunger due to an unforgiving lunch at office, I threw my bag on the bed, changed into a tee and rushed for the theater. But unfortunately got late as my cousin and aunt from Kolkata called me and started and started their tease-infested bantering on me not keeping in touch with them, as is done by almost every person in my family (I am infamous for that). So the crux is that I could just hang up at the nick of time and rushed for the theater and unfortunately could manage a grab a bite at something to quench the writhing pain in my stomach of hunger.
I sat down for the movie promising my helpless stomach that it will take care of it in the intermission and sat down to watch. The movie, as expected was packed with punchy dialogues and large than life action scenes and me and my poor stomach forgot what hunger is. But in the back of my mind, the promise was still firm.
So, just when the intermission sign flashed on the screen, I jumped off from my seat and launched myself at the food counter, where the best you can get is samosas and a coldrink, but for a famished soul, anything food is tandoori chicken. But as it happens in life, the same happens at rush hour food counters, no mater how fast you are there are people who are always faster than you, and you are always the fourth or the fifth best.
I was the fifth person in a hugely distorted horizontal queue and by the time my turn came to buy up my rightful piece of evening snacks, the crowd from this single screen theater had already flooded the counter and started exerting unnerving pressure from behind, reminiscent of a local train of Mumbai, the only difference is that in the latter the pressure comes from all sides.
So, coming back to the pressurising situation, because being fifth in the serial number and with the burden of the entire theatre bearing heavy over me from behind, I found myself in a situation of a sandwich. So much so that I just couldn't move and the granite slab of the counter almost tore into my hungry stomach while a heavy huge Goliath-bodied person was equally aggressive to buy his share of snack.
I made a sound of pain, incomparable to any living being I can think of, I looked back with whatever movement the crown allowed my neck. I told him let me please move out and you come in front, expecting a crude look and an ugly ominous face to nudge his way through me.
But surprisingly, the person, with the help of his heavy-built made way for this skinny piece of flesh and bone. Apologised with his eyes and let me move. All this time, I had still not collected my samosas and Pepsi. So, now while I was behind him, I was struggling to put the samosas on this frugal piece of newspaper when this 'Good Guy' helped me put them on the newspaper plate, momentarily forgetting about the competition of buying a depleting stack of snacks. he helped me put them on the plate and gave a friendly smile and that was the moment of the day. All the sadness of my day melted into respect for this person, a little act of kindness took over the dull and bleak happenings of the day and made me feel good.
This is my ode to that person and a prayer that his this act of kindness should deliver him from a gruelling time that he might come across in his future life.
Kudos to Kindness.
Promit - 23/07/11
