Today, something touched my heart after a long time. I have always been aware of this weak side to myself. It just doesn't help. Leaves me feeling worthless. Shouldn't my life mean more than just me. It is easy to be lost in one's own pain and suffering and not realize what others are going through. Many holy men talk about looking at others pain before crying about your own. It does help you feel better, doesn't it? Someone else is more miserable than yourself. So you thank god, that you are at least better off than them. I have done that at times. At times when life doesn't seem to be headed the right way. But today, again I feel sorry for them. So much going wrong around me while I just sit back and watch it happen. What is life about? Is it about living moments and cherishing them? Facing problems as they come? Doing something for your country? Dedicating oneself to the religion? To be a successful man and earn loads of money? They all seem quite right and there. Or maybe it depends on the person. Life can mean all this and maybe more and yet not mean anything at all.
Somehow, I never really got it right. It was never a fixed thing for me. At one point life meant riding my tobu cycle. Sometime later it was religion, then parents and on and on. My parents active social life did expose me to a lot. I still remember the fortnightly visits that we made to "Precious child" foundation. On one side I stood holding my old shoes which I no longer used and still unwilling to part with, and on the other side his hands stretching out and the smile on his disturbed face. The rough skin, unkempt hair turning muddy brown, a shirt that must have been passed for at least a decade, and chappals that had been stitched up together. The mind went blank and I watched as I let go of the shoes and he galloped away with them. Sat there in a corner trying to push his feet into them. It was unique. For a moment I wished I had more shoes to part with and bring a smile on all the other faces that stood there watching him try them on.
What touched me bad today, was a detective serial. The detective has his car stolen by a teenage kid. He puts his best into tracing the kid and his car. In the end he runs into the kids house which is more of a stable than a house. In the corner he sat there with his two much younger siblings. All abandoned and freezing in the cold. In front of them is a very small Christmas tree with no decorations on it. The detective was heart broken at the sight and so was I.
I wish life continues to mean more than just me, and that I'm able to live upto the dreams that I see of meaning something to someone. Life is not about living it, but helping others live it. I wonder if my shoes are still being passed on. I wonder if they are still bringing a smile to an unknown precious child's face. I hope they are.
Somehow, I never really got it right. It was never a fixed thing for me. At one point life meant riding my tobu cycle. Sometime later it was religion, then parents and on and on. My parents active social life did expose me to a lot. I still remember the fortnightly visits that we made to "Precious child" foundation. On one side I stood holding my old shoes which I no longer used and still unwilling to part with, and on the other side his hands stretching out and the smile on his disturbed face. The rough skin, unkempt hair turning muddy brown, a shirt that must have been passed for at least a decade, and chappals that had been stitched up together. The mind went blank and I watched as I let go of the shoes and he galloped away with them. Sat there in a corner trying to push his feet into them. It was unique. For a moment I wished I had more shoes to part with and bring a smile on all the other faces that stood there watching him try them on.
What touched me bad today, was a detective serial. The detective has his car stolen by a teenage kid. He puts his best into tracing the kid and his car. In the end he runs into the kids house which is more of a stable than a house. In the corner he sat there with his two much younger siblings. All abandoned and freezing in the cold. In front of them is a very small Christmas tree with no decorations on it. The detective was heart broken at the sight and so was I.
I wish life continues to mean more than just me, and that I'm able to live upto the dreams that I see of meaning something to someone. Life is not about living it, but helping others live it. I wonder if my shoes are still being passed on. I wonder if they are still bringing a smile to an unknown precious child's face. I hope they are.
Wow :)))))))))
ReplyDeleteHey this is too Gud n i hve to admit vry wel put down by U yaar :D
n specially i fell in Luv with the last line - 'Life is not about living it, but helping others live it.' U know wt reading the whole post made my eyes moist.True yaar hw many of us think of those have nots..if v wud hve definatly today World wud b such a better place to live in..still few good men n samritans do stay n atleast taking some sound piece of determination n inspiration frm them wont make us bad..won't it..so I promise atleast in a day i wud make one such Precious child smile n m so thankful to u bEAST in atleast bringin tht thng in me :) n appreciate ur view..
Gud wrk...Great post :D n sure itz upto to continue in liife tht way n ur already way ahead in making ur life worth after writng such a post..
Did i make sense?? I dunno wt happens to me in such posts i tendto forget the grammar or to insert right words where so ever but as far as the idea is conveyed :) nwyz..once again really I luved the post.touched my enormously.
Tk cr
Mads
@Madhavi,
ReplyDeleteOh taht is such a lovely comment. It cudnt have been better. Just glad that I was able to pass it on to sum1 atleast. Thanks for feeling so connected. God bless ya :)
Cheers
yes indeed it did make me feel so proud of u gud wrk once again congrats ...u too tkcr as wel :)
ReplyDeleten thxs... :D
Extremely touching post. Makes me realise just how worthless a life im living right now. Sometimes that one smile is enough to forget our blues...and mads is right, this post does teach a lot. I hope i make a precious child smile too!
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@Neers,
ReplyDeleteI hope your wish to make a child comes true :)
Waise it aint really that hard :)
@Neers,
ReplyDeleteI would be coming up with a post about one of my teachers, who didnt have to work hard for it :)
cheers
@Neeraja,
ReplyDeleteO very sorry for the mistake in my reply above. It was absolutely un-intentional. The line was supposed to read "I hope your wish to make a Precious child SMILE comes true :)
lolllzzzzz!!
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