UoA Starbucks, 12:30pm, Tucson, AZ
Pretty much the usual time for me to get some coffee. The queue was long and was moving slowly. "Fireflies" playing on my iPod.
As the queue started curving towards the left, I noticed that there was a blind person trying to adapt himself to the turn. Behind him was a group of Indian grads. The next second, they walked past him and joined the queue up front. That hurt me. What hurt me more was the fact that seven other people followed the league. That is when I knew it was time for some action. I walked out of my spot, grabbed his hand, gave a few people an angry stare, walked past the rest of the queue, took him up to the counter and got him to order. Waited until he got his coffee, walked back and joined the queue again.
A day well lived.
What struck me then, though, is the fact that we are so prone to influence. We are a very vulnerable race, and we never managed to learn what we have been taught. We preach, but don't practice. We don't live up to our own ideals. All of us have been taught the "Help a blind man cross the street" story in primary school. All of us have been told that there is nothing more satisfying than doing a good deed every day, that making someone smile is the best thing you can do to yourself. Yet, we failed to learn.
As for the bunch of losers who walked past him today, I pray that God makes them sensitive enough and gives them "sadbuddhi" the next time. The fact that they were Indians makes me very sad.
Ghar se masjid hai bahut door, chalo yoon karle,
Aaj kisi rote hue bacche ko hasaya jaaye,
Ghum akela ho, to saason ko satata hai bahut,
Dard ko dard ka humdard banaya jaaye.
-- Nida Fazli
Pretty much the usual time for me to get some coffee. The queue was long and was moving slowly. "Fireflies" playing on my iPod.
As the queue started curving towards the left, I noticed that there was a blind person trying to adapt himself to the turn. Behind him was a group of Indian grads. The next second, they walked past him and joined the queue up front. That hurt me. What hurt me more was the fact that seven other people followed the league. That is when I knew it was time for some action. I walked out of my spot, grabbed his hand, gave a few people an angry stare, walked past the rest of the queue, took him up to the counter and got him to order. Waited until he got his coffee, walked back and joined the queue again.
A day well lived.
What struck me then, though, is the fact that we are so prone to influence. We are a very vulnerable race, and we never managed to learn what we have been taught. We preach, but don't practice. We don't live up to our own ideals. All of us have been taught the "Help a blind man cross the street" story in primary school. All of us have been told that there is nothing more satisfying than doing a good deed every day, that making someone smile is the best thing you can do to yourself. Yet, we failed to learn.
As for the bunch of losers who walked past him today, I pray that God makes them sensitive enough and gives them "sadbuddhi" the next time. The fact that they were Indians makes me very sad.
Ghar se masjid hai bahut door, chalo yoon karle,
Aaj kisi rote hue bacche ko hasaya jaaye,
Ghum akela ho, to saason ko satata hai bahut,
Dard ko dard ka humdard banaya jaaye.
-- Nida Fazli
3 comments:
Good:)
You are a sweetheart :)
you did the right thing..:)
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