Was it pathos?


Yesterday I took a cab from office back home. It was around 2145.

On the way, there is a particular junction which manages to have a decent crowd till very late hours. There my cab was slowed down by a bus which was not standing at its designated point. The bus was supposed to stand near the terminus to pick up people, but this one was standing after it had crossed the terminus, as if waiting for some frantic person to run up and board it. I didn't see any one hurrying towards the bus, so I was a bit perplexed as to why the bus was parked in the weird fashion, causing inconvenience to the incoming traffic. Then as my cab slowly managed to cross the bus, I saw - two people waving their hand vigorously, but approaching the bus at a slow pace. And between them was a man, I guess might be in his sixties - who was blind. I did not fail to notice the white stick with the red tip in his hand. He was walking a step behind his escorts and taking careful measured steps. Something told me, the blind man was not related to the two people beside him, but was merely being helped by them.

That sight stayed on with me. Dont know why, I got tears. I had a blob in my throat with the pent up emotions. And I was unable to be normal till some 10 minutes or so.

I dont know why was it so. I saw the man for a fleeting moment - did I feel pity for him? Or was I utterly touched by the selfless way two by standers were helping him? Or was I amazed by the way the blind person trusted them? Or was I emotional because I saw the vulnerability of the old man? Or did I just realise how blessed I was......



PS. I wrote this post to remember the emotion for posterity. Economies world wide are slumping, people are loosing jobs, yesterdays necesseties are becoming luxuries today. But still, I feel we should never stop counting our blessings. Yes, there are people who seem to be having all the good luck with all the goodies coming their way. But, there are also those who have all the bad luck, for whom everything is down in the dumps. So keep counting the blessings, if theres nothing now, count the ones you had, and if you never had any be sure you will have to do a lot of counting in the future! Keep the faith.....

Comments

Ah, quite an emotional post. Every day, every minute and every meal we intake are GOD's gift. I always feel that GOD has given me more than what I deserve and I am truly blessed. Old age is pain, Handicapped at Old age is more painful, but being all alone, at old age and also handicap, is HELL. :-(

These incidents do remind us and ask us a blunt question of "What have we done for our fellow human beings ?". I am searching for an answer...
right u said..one should always be happy with the blessings...life kab kya change legi kise pata..
loved the post...
Renu said…
very true, everyday when I get up I feel..thank u God u have given me one more day to live.
Only when we start counting the blessings we realise how much God has given to us--to his ungrateful children:)
*An eternal optimist who sometimes has phases of going under the clouds when I can behave like I never believed the glass was half full. But its not long before I am myself again.* you defined yourself with this post.

it's silly how acts of goodness have become so rare today , that when we see them , its almost unbelievable.
Tyro said…
good thoughts girl .
Abhishek Khanna said…
phew.. such things make me also emotional at times.. though i am never able to understand which emotion it was!
Toonfactory said…
Hey there...came to your blog via Tyros' I suppose...a lovely post and yes there are moments when one can't help but have a lump in voice and mist in eyes...I thank god for being so kind to all of us...nice writings...write more often..
abhi said…
Simple

True n made me think..
since when did u start blogging???
Nitin said…
gud one amrita .. simple and touching... .. ( more right now... kuch gadbad hogaya hein :( )

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