the beauty of life..

I came across this line a long while ago - " the beauty of the life does not depend on how happy you are ; but how happy others can be, because of you.."

During a rainy season, i started for home from bangalore in order to have an exciting long weekend. That Volvo couch was not much occupied with number of pax , including me. On the way to electronic city while the traffic was still appearing like ants parade, the gentle man next to me was pissed off.. started calling someone. His gesture and packages reflected that he was straight from bangalore international airport... traveling back from united states of america. Ppl who go to developed nations for a visit / business would have a same gesture [perhaps at least tiny] when getting back to ‘populated’ life style. Well, this is not the main point of this post.

While I reached hometown and coming out of travel office after a return journey reservation… happened to fall upon a stranger holding a girl child.. approached me with needy look at his eyes. There was a female standing out there.. behind him. I was sure that were not local ppl as their appearance reflected to be from some north part of country. He started talking to me by explaining that they were traveling from lucknow and they lost their luggage and money during the travel towards down south holy places.

I had not enough money to lend them as he requested. But, I suggested guiding him the way to nearest police station where they can take up some help. Soon that guy stepped back and started approaching other ppl. I reached home and was talking to dad on about this incident. Realized that there are group of ppl who do this kind of decent begging job by taking advantage on soft side of hurrying-passengers in the city.

A few months before, I was approaching to MRT station, got to notice that there was a disabled guy on his wheel chair. Everyday I used to see that person around there, selling tissue papers for some cost. On the other day, my house door was knocked. When opened, there was a guy standing with bunch of dolls. He was trying to express something to me and was also holding a photo with a few note that he was a deaf, makes and sells the dolls at door steps just to get some money to feed his child and continue to exists his living. There was no sound between us while I understood what he was trying to communicate. More than the way he explained [!] about the doll on how he made and it’s look, there was a big value of honest-impression he brought in that scene with that attitude, which was far away higher than the price 10$ of his doll.

That happy doll in my room still inspires my thought towards that phenomenon.

Yes – life is beautiful though there different moments.