What is that one incident in your life which you are proud of? When someone asks you this, are there a series of moments running in your mind, some recent ones and some slightly faded old ones? It seems almost like a flashback or like a movie is rewinded.Magical, isn’t it?
Personally, I can’t really pick and point out saying,’Ah…That was the incident which I am most proud of”. I wish it was so easy. When I sit down and actually rack my brains for such incident, an array of glimpses of events of my life come into my vision and I am left to reminisce.
To start with, I am proud of moments where I was courageous enough to help others,without having any selfish ulterior motive.It is a human nature to be selfish, to think of yourself first. I am totally acquainted with Darwin’s theory of survival. But as they say, one should never forget that the day one completely stops empathizing or understanding their fellow humans, is the day they cease to be a human.
I am proud of those chapters of my life when I did something for someone without knowing their name,or thinking about the returns. These gestures are very miniscule,yet thoughful.There were days when I was feeling low,yet I have smiled at a stranger on the road who seemed to be going through his own share of battles,days when I had too much on my plate,yet I managed to take some time out to help a friend who needed my advice. Days like these make me feel good about myself.
One recent incident which crosses my mind while writing this brings a big satisfied smile on my face. It was just a normal day,when I was returning home.Tired and exhausted. I boarded my train from Churchgate station.To say the train was crowded would be an understatement.But that did not surprise me.Having been travelling every day in train for almost 5 years,has made me learn a thing or two about surviving the infamous ‘Mumbai Local’.I somehow trudged my way and managed to stand inside.At the next station,I got a seat.I was delighted. I quickly sat down and removed my earphones and got consumed in my own thoughts.The crowd was increasing with each passing station.I could hear women quarrelling,abusing,picking petty fights.It is quite amusing sometimes to see how people behave and what idiotic stunts they can pull.
Soon the dreaded Dadar station arrived ,I could see half the train getting down,but at the same time,a new bunch of commuters getting in.It was an utter chaos.The train left the station.Soon,a lady with one baby in her hand and two kids who were not more than 2 or 3 years with her came and stood inside.I wondered how she managed to get in.She looked so tired.One could see how much she struggled to stand with the baby and to manage the two toddlers.I looked around and noticed that people looked at her and noticed but not even one person offered her their seat.Few minutes passed and I decided to take some charge.I got up and gave her the seat.She smiled and denied it.But I insisted and she finally sat down.I could see relief in her eyes.As I was standing,I realised what the world has come to.We have become so busy in our own lives that we have forgotten what it is to bring smile on someone else’s face.I stood till my stop.And while getting down she said thank you and that she appreciates my kind act.Unconsciously,I was wearing a big smile on my face as I went home.
Does this qualify me for a noble prize?Of course not!Does this make me a greater person?No.Is it something people may remember?Maybe or maybe not.Then why bother,right?I would say to feel good.As Mother Teresa said rightly,” The good you do today ,will often be forgotten.Do good anyway.”
We constantly say that there is no true love anymore in this world,that people are mean,no one is kind.But the truth is that deep down we all have that good in us.We just need to stop hesitating and embrace it.
Express.Love.Live.Life is not only about success,career,money.It is what you miss,while achieving all this.