Was listening to "Memories by David Guetta" and suddenly I felt the need to write something. As I was contemplating what to write, something rather sweet struck me. "Actions speak louder than words and at times defies perception". It's true.
No prizes in guessing, the last 4 years of my life I have been in Delhi. Even though one can find me cribbing about almost anything here, truth is that i'll miss Delhi. I'll miss my life here. Esp, now that I'm close to my graduation. I dunno what I'll miss more, my apartment, the walks, my independence, or simply sipping coffee all by myself in a breezy-cloudy Saturday afternoon whilst my favorite numbers are playing in the back ground or listening to the downpour in a stormy night. These 4 years have been quite an experience. A phase of metamorphosis, i'd like to say. Experiences, good or bad, are necessary for they sculpt us to be the person we'll be in future.
One such experience I would like to share, here. It was my first day in college. and co-incidentally my b'day. My parents were leaving next morning. The idea of separating from them had spread an impeding loom on me, through out the day, alongside the chaos and confusion in college. After my orientation got over, I left with my parents for the guest house. On the drive back, I decided to get an internet connection for my laptop. ( The WiFi at my college sucks!). So we drove to Sector 18, the center of all the hustle and bustle. While I got busy in getting myself a connection. Mom and Dad chose to sit in a coffee shop and wait for me. In another half and hour I joined them and by then, I was dead hungry. So Mom ordered for me. I should mention here I was carrying all my important documents viz, driving license, passport, merit certificates, my academic transcripts,everything in a folder. I had kept it on the side table beside my lounger. (Very careful ain't i??).
On the opposite table, a coupla Delhi guys were sitting. From the looks of it, i took them to be the typical spoilt rich delhites. Smart but no manners or sense of responsibility! (I was no one to use the R-word back then. I'm a responsible being now! tis is a different story altogether. Man. they should put taxes on unnecessary judgments!) ; Giving them a look of disapproval, I continued to savor on the pastry mom had ordered for me. After finishing off my yummy treat, we left the coffee shop happily forgetting the folder! As we reached the parking lot, i caught a glimpse of one of the guys, that i mentioned earlier, running towards us. He was almost breathless. Upon reaching, he came up to dad and gave him, the folder. As he was about to leave, Dad thanked him. He politely replied saying not a problem, & that it was his pleasure! Saying that, he left. And I never got a chance to thank him. He had disappeared. (Delusion Angel?).
It's been so long. I dun remember how he looked, or what his clothes were or anything as a matter of fact, except his kind gesture. Everytime I try to recollect, all i get is a shadow. A shadow that saved a very important thing in my life. I've never mentioned this incident to anyone before. I had my reasons. (Read the post by the name New Year Revealations, and you'll know why!)
Now that I 've been here for 4 years, seen so many UPS & DOWNS, running 4 blocks to give a folder to a stranger, is something as alien as the term 'alien'. Who does that in today's world? I was lucky I got it back.
Some where deep down, my conscious stirs at times. I'm against the concept of Judging someone, without actually knowing him or her or the truth. And here I did the same. What saddens me more is that, I never got to say 'Thank You'. 'Thank You', 'Sorry' and 'Please' are 3 simple words that can make a whole lot of difference.
What is done is done, I cannot change the past. But what needs to be done, I'll do now. I'll take this post as an opportunity to 'Thank him' for what he did that day. Ask 'pardon' [SORRY] from him,for judging him without actually knowing him, merely being opinionated! and I'll request him [PLEASE] to forgive me for being naive.
Life is a wonderful teacher. Isn't it? Lessons learnt-
"Never to judge a book by it's cover"
and
"Actions do speak"
So, my dear friends, let actions, speak!
P.S. Do remember Newton said, 'all actions have reactions". It applies to LIFE as well. Every action will have a consequence and we should be brave enough to take that 'Responsibility'!!!
