Wrote this article for the "Parents' Corner" of the Junior Edition of my daughter's school magazine - 2014-2015.
Sometimes a single incident teaches you so much and strengthens your faith in humanity. Here is one such episode that I would like to recount – one that has left an indelible mark on my mind.
Sometimes a single incident teaches you so much and strengthens your faith in humanity. Here is one such episode that I would like to recount – one that has left an indelible mark on my mind.
This is about a family who was holidaying
in Mussoorie – a young girl in her twenties, her parents and grandmother.
Although they were staying in a hotel at the hill station, they had many day
trips planned to the more remote scenic areas, higher up in the mountains. The
only way to get to these areas was by foot or by cycle rickshaw – mechanical
contraptions manually pulled by rickshaw pullers.
The family also had to use this means of
transport since there were two elderly ladies for whom the climb would have
been impossible on foot.
So they called for one cycle rickshaw and
the two older ladies sat in it, while the young girl and her father decided to
walk alongside. The rickshaw puller seemed to be a middle aged man, probably in
his late forties or early fifties. They fixed the fare and the puller took to
the pedals and began to ferry the ladies towards their destination – a temple
at the end of a steep gradient that overlooked a beautiful valley.
All seemed well till they approached the
gradient – an uphill slope that would mean quite a rigorous exertion for the
rickshaw puller, well past his youth. He began the climb, pushing down on the
pedals with all his strength but as it was very steep, he was soon struggling
at the task. Seeing this, the girl’s father promptly went to help him by
actually pushing the rickshaw from behind, using both his hands. Seeing her
father, the young girl too decided to pitch in. The look of surprise and
gratitude on the face of the rickshaw puller was priceless – he seemed at a complete loss for words to express his feelings.
This
unique sight attracted many stares and some people actually followed suit with
their respective rickshaws, bringing forth a chain of kindness. It proved that
good begets good and that kindness and humility are what make us human –
qualities that unite us beyond man-made barriers of class, status, language and
religion.
This makes me
wonder at how simple and uncomplicated our world would be if only we did not
allow our humane qualities to be eclipsed by arrogance, and our egos to be
flattered by a meaningless sense of superiority. Kindness is all it takes to be
a good person and we don’t really need any religion to teach us that.
It is the only
thing our world desperately needs today!
P.S - Dedicating this piece to my father, the protagonist
of this incident – the man who walked the talk and from whom I learnt some of
life’s most valuable lessons.