Friday, March 06, 2015

That kid taught me!

It was just another Saturday morning in the city of Hyderabad and yes, I was as usual wandering by making a deal with one half the inner me that I was jogging for a better health and the other half says, "Dude! Make it fast. You don't want to miss that butter dosa after you jogg or whatever you call this." I had the same butter dosa just the day before that and I was worried if I was going to miss it that day because I woke up late and that is because of the late night movie I watched the other night. 

Well, that was not just me. I looked at the hundreds of people around me and every single person had a thought which clearly shows the worry or a pinch of tension which tells them that they don't have enough in their life and they have to run, run for life or run for money. 

I went with all those mixture of thoughts for half a kilometer I stopped at a place just to look around and see the beauty of the rising sun. To my surprise I saw not one, but two suns that morning. Surprised? Yes! I saw one rising in the East and the other sitting on the footpath, selling newspapers in his school uniform and with his school bag hanging on his shoulders. Yet not complaints, no regrets but just beautiful smile whenever someone bought a newspaper from him.

I had seen one of the purest forms of smiles in the worlds that day. 

I'm not the kind of the person who reads a newspaper out of interest. But that day, I was sure that I was not going to read but I bought one from that kid. "How much?" I said. "Three rupees, bhaiyaa" he said and got back to arranging his small box, which had a little money. I gave him a five rupee coin and when he tried giving me the remaining amount, I said "keep it". 

"Why are you in a school uniform?" I asked. "I will sell these newspapers and go directly to my school from here" he answered. I had goosebumps! I asked the kid neither his name, the name of the school where he was studying nor the reason behind selling newspapers that early morning. I just dint. That kid taught me a lesson that day. It was all magical and spiritual for that moment.

That kid taught me, "No life is tough, no life is easy. It is you, who makes it what it is. Believe in yourself, have faith in yourself and spread the smiles."Me being a kid who never read a newspaper or even had bother to buy one had a very blessed life with all the luxuries and yet I was there complaining about the things that I dint have in my life and worrying about the morning butter dosa I was going to miss.

That kid had a positive attitude in life, filled with optimism and he taught me a lesson that I could never forget.

I'm not sure where that kid is and who that kid is, but I thank him in this post for the motivation he gave me that day and I just wish him the best of luck for his future.

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  1. Look who was the teacher here. A kid :)
    This was a moving post!

    1. You're right Rinzu :) That kid was one of the best teachers and he taught me one of the best lessons in life!

      Thank you very much for stopping by and welcome to my blog. Keep visiting!

  2. That is certainly a beautiful post. While I saw the optimism in the boy, your positivity is seen with an openness to accept the right lessons from who can impart them. Nice one.

    1. Thank you for your kind words, mam :) That kid imparted those lessonsin such a way that I can never forget it..