Today I was facing a mid-life crisis kind of situation. I was wondering whom to text? Who shall I ask about such an important issue? I didn’t want my family to be worried about it. I had to ask someone wise, but not from my family. So I texted someone I had started trusting in the last few days. Since my CAT results, this person constantly kept motivating me. I wouldn’t even have appeared for the last few important interviews without her. Even now, for every small query she is the first one among my friends to reply.
Talking about her, she is a person who knows a lot about people. This can be seen from her profession as well as personal life. A person who is always seen with a smiling face and would make sure people around her would have those precious expressions on their face too. I trust her so much not only because of wisdom that she carries from her experience but also because of the sense of confidentiality and respect for a most stupid thought that I may have.
But the thing is she isn’t a friend. She is actually a teacher. A teacher who had forgotten the boundaries of age and position to help us. Very few people can do that. I still remember the last day when we met, I wanted to have a photo with teachers. I asked them to come on stage, but she didn’t come because she forgot for a while that she was not a student.
I just thought to myself, every time I thought of her I associated her with the qualities she has. How she had changed the way I thought about some things. I never realised when all those thoughts and impressions got washed off, the ones which were imprinted on my mind since my childhood.
It was way back in 2000 (I guess).India vs Pakistan match was going on and most of the Indians could feel an adrenaline rush, so did I. But sadly India lost, inspite of that we heard a sound of few firecrackers. I heard someone saying, “They will do that, they have a reason to celebrate” I couldn’t understand why someone would have fun in India losing a match.
And then just a few months after that, I had to visit a fair which used to be there around our village. The fair was something all of us as kids used to eagerly wait for. On the third day of the fair we were supposed to visit but on the second day, few people tried to create tension which resulted in riots.
Then another thought came to my mind. May be by helping someone someday, I would be able to erase some of the impression that person is having. May be I would be able to reduce at least one firecracker next time. 🙂 . Looking forward to that opportunity.
So keep doing good, don’t lose heart that no one else is doing it. Spread the love <3 It would surely be reciprocated 🙂