You know how its said that its always good to get another perspective, apart from yours? I used to find it tough... However, i think i have been really lucky to have come across one person, who, finally, has showed me an altogether different way of looking at things. His interpretations of seemingly normal things make me wonder as to how on earth did i never think of that. Take this for example:
We have a didi who cooks for us. She is a widow and a mother of two. She was married off at a rather young age, as are most girls in the part of the world that i, now, reside in. She seems to have seen the harsh realities of the world and yet has brought up her kids with love and care. What happened one day was that this guy that i am talking about, saw didi's son walking on the streets looking for his mother. He wanted something and since he could neither find that nor his mother, he began to cry. This friend of mine began to search for didi so that the kid would stop crying. He could not find her and after quite some searching, he saw didi walking out of a computer training class and then she consoled her son...
He came home and recited the incident to me and told me that when he saw the events unfold before him and, at last, when he saw didi come out of the computer class, he almost was reduced to tears. Now, i ask you to ask yourself, why was he almost reduced to tears? If you were him, why would you have been reduced to tears?
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Well, i thought he was reduced to tears- almost- because he saw how hard didi had to work to make ends meet, because, after all, of what use is the knowledge of computer to a woman who does not even own a phone? I thought he was moved by didi's effort to make use of any opportunity that might make life better for her and her kids. Was that your guess, too? Well, here was why he was touched:
He couldn't help but imagine how different didi's son's life would have been had he not lost his father. The very sight of watching him crying looking for something that he couldn't find, and his mother, made him (my friend) realise how big a loss it is to not have a parent regardless of whether you have any memories of it or not. He went on to say as to how when the kids grow up, the loss will be more evident in the way they grow up. Had his father been alive, he would probable have been a different kid. "jinke maata pita nahi hote hai, unki zindagi kya hoti hogi, yaar," he had mused.
Well, you may be thinking that i am hiding the identity of this person like they do in the newspaper. However, i am not. I was just building the tension. His name is Pabitra Martha (go ahead, stalk him) and he has been my roomie for the past 7 odd months. I should've posted this long ago, as this was an incident (of the many such incidents) that happened long ago. But better late than never. The reason that i am putting this up is to confess that just when i thought that i was quite humane, this guy comes along and shows me that i was just at the end of level 1...
PS- what do you think of PT exercise/drill demonstrations? Pabitra thinks that it is a lovely metaphor to show how the education system can make hundreds of kids dance to the tune of the teachers' will and demonstrate it to the parents, who watch with pride.
We have a didi who cooks for us. She is a widow and a mother of two. She was married off at a rather young age, as are most girls in the part of the world that i, now, reside in. She seems to have seen the harsh realities of the world and yet has brought up her kids with love and care. What happened one day was that this guy that i am talking about, saw didi's son walking on the streets looking for his mother. He wanted something and since he could neither find that nor his mother, he began to cry. This friend of mine began to search for didi so that the kid would stop crying. He could not find her and after quite some searching, he saw didi walking out of a computer training class and then she consoled her son...
He came home and recited the incident to me and told me that when he saw the events unfold before him and, at last, when he saw didi come out of the computer class, he almost was reduced to tears. Now, i ask you to ask yourself, why was he almost reduced to tears? If you were him, why would you have been reduced to tears?
...
Well, i thought he was reduced to tears- almost- because he saw how hard didi had to work to make ends meet, because, after all, of what use is the knowledge of computer to a woman who does not even own a phone? I thought he was moved by didi's effort to make use of any opportunity that might make life better for her and her kids. Was that your guess, too? Well, here was why he was touched:
He couldn't help but imagine how different didi's son's life would have been had he not lost his father. The very sight of watching him crying looking for something that he couldn't find, and his mother, made him (my friend) realise how big a loss it is to not have a parent regardless of whether you have any memories of it or not. He went on to say as to how when the kids grow up, the loss will be more evident in the way they grow up. Had his father been alive, he would probable have been a different kid. "jinke maata pita nahi hote hai, unki zindagi kya hoti hogi, yaar," he had mused.
Well, you may be thinking that i am hiding the identity of this person like they do in the newspaper. However, i am not. I was just building the tension. His name is Pabitra Martha (go ahead, stalk him) and he has been my roomie for the past 7 odd months. I should've posted this long ago, as this was an incident (of the many such incidents) that happened long ago. But better late than never. The reason that i am putting this up is to confess that just when i thought that i was quite humane, this guy comes along and shows me that i was just at the end of level 1...
PS- what do you think of PT exercise/drill demonstrations? Pabitra thinks that it is a lovely metaphor to show how the education system can make hundreds of kids dance to the tune of the teachers' will and demonstrate it to the parents, who watch with pride.
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