It was scorching hot in Chennai. Monday morning rush to office. I had returned after a week’s vacation. For most of us Monday is the worst day of a week, especially after a vacation
Cursing the hot sun, I started riding my Scooty. I had traveled for around a kilometer and lo, my Scooty slowed down and then abruptly stopped. I tried to restart it, but in vain. You can very well imagine my frustration. With a doubt, I opened the lid of the petrol tank to find it dry and clean. I had conveniently ignored the fact that I had not fueled my Scooty for some time before I left for my vacation.
Contemplating my options, I decided to push my Scooty to the nearest petrol bunk a kilometer away, rather than pushing it back home and taking an auto. The very thought of bargaining with auto drivers, made me cry.
Cursing the hot sun, I started riding my Scooty. I had traveled for around a kilometer and lo, my Scooty slowed down and then abruptly stopped. I tried to restart it, but in vain. You can very well imagine my frustration. With a doubt, I opened the lid of the petrol tank to find it dry and clean. I had conveniently ignored the fact that I had not fueled my Scooty for some time before I left for my vacation.
Contemplating my options, I decided to push my Scooty to the nearest petrol bunk a kilometer away, rather than pushing it back home and taking an auto. The very thought of bargaining with auto drivers, made me cry.
I started the ordeal of pushing my vehicle. Suddenly I heard a man’s voice from behind
The man, probably in his early 40’s was driving by and wanted to know why I was pushing my vehicle. Hearing the reason, he offered to help. First he tried to tow my Scooty to the bunk. Finding it difficult, he decided to drive to the bunk himself and buy petrol. He was so empathetic, that he asked me to wait in the shade while he went to buy petrol. Within fifteen minutes he returned with a bottle of petrol. I don’t know from where he got the bottle. I gave him money, which he accepted. With a smile he advised me to be careful and drove away. Needless to say, I was overwhelmed by the incident.
On my way to office, I could not help but count the number of times I had ignored people struggling with their vehicles or with some other problem. I agree that it is not always possible for us to help someone, but there could be situations where genuinely someone is in trouble and our timely help could save their day and make our day, meaningful.
No matter how much we complain about all the bad things, there is always small goodness to find and that is what makes this place worth livable. Let us each, add some more reasons to make this place lovable :-)
The man, probably in his early 40’s was driving by and wanted to know why I was pushing my vehicle. Hearing the reason, he offered to help. First he tried to tow my Scooty to the bunk. Finding it difficult, he decided to drive to the bunk himself and buy petrol. He was so empathetic, that he asked me to wait in the shade while he went to buy petrol. Within fifteen minutes he returned with a bottle of petrol. I don’t know from where he got the bottle. I gave him money, which he accepted. With a smile he advised me to be careful and drove away. Needless to say, I was overwhelmed by the incident.
On my way to office, I could not help but count the number of times I had ignored people struggling with their vehicles or with some other problem. I agree that it is not always possible for us to help someone, but there could be situations where genuinely someone is in trouble and our timely help could save their day and make our day, meaningful.
No matter how much we complain about all the bad things, there is always small goodness to find and that is what makes this place worth livable. Let us each, add some more reasons to make this place lovable :-)
