The reason to our maximum fracas, the least being not having any hitch to reason out, is we ourselves. Okay, agreed that I’m no 3rd space species trying to surmount the prevailing ill traits but why don’t we humans act just humans and not overact? Try shuffling at times in some character’s shoes to get the feel of how life treats him. I find myself quite blessed whatsoever and so will you. For instance, here’s something to read about how life gives us a spanking out of surprise for the airs we tend to keep while sticking to grounds.
On my way to work one fine morning, I reached the station good 10 minutes early only to hear that infuriating announcement ‘the train to CST is running 10 to 15 minutes late’. Now what’s next? Inspect the littered tracks with unpleasant thrash or laugh at a romeo trying to act smart with a passerby and gets abused or watch out the nuisance caused by the gang of fisherwomen. It's a complete happening around, which otherwise would have been a miss had I got the 9:40am train on time. I see the fast train approaching the platform and the 1st class ladies crowd aside managing their attires just to have everything in places. I smirk at the scene with a sarcastic ‘oh gawd’ expression as the mob gives a tough time getting in. And the very next moment I’m a victim of foot trample. I yell at this abstracted soul who seemed lost in the throttling crowd. She looked bamboozled to me but her soggy eyes unfolded something else, something blur to my eyes. While I stood regretted at the opposite side of the compartment for yelling at no mistake of her but the rush's, she gave me a gloomy excuse look for that hard hit.
Sometimes our actions can start off a bad day for somebody or worsen the already bad start. I just felt the same. Maybe she was too disturbed about some broken hell on head and I was nothing less. As the train came to a halt, we both got down the same side and began walking the same direction too and to add to my discomfiture, I see her struggling her way across in the bridge with a badly injured foot. I rushed with a genuine help towards her. I sympathized but was turned away with a stern ‘no thank you girl’ reply. On my insistence, she yelled back ‘were you waiting for me to yell back at you like you did and ease the load of your unintended action?’ I remorsefully said, ‘well sorry girl, had I knew your despair in midst of the crowded compartment I wouldn’t have made it worse for sure’ and to this I get to learn a lesson for life- ‘I’m not handicapped. I’m just injured. I will stand back. If I have come all the way without a shoulder amid the inhuman crowd, a little more struggle wouldn’t be tough’.
Okay so that's it. How rudely did she referred me inhuman and my approach on realization meant nothing? So the next time someone happens to collapse on me, I’ll first check out the dude! Oh that’s the humour part. I don’t know from where she hailed but surely that miss spanked me for acting like one of those fisherwomen who fight to place their baskets instead themselves. But how was I supposed to understand what’s going on until told? But also what if I had realized that in a rush no one escapes a push… had I excused her that very moment by being little considerate among her so-called inhuman fraternity, she could have smiled out of the blues.
Ahh! Missed it by ‘just’ :)
