I saw many disabled people in my life, by hand, legs, hearing, eyes and at many physical as well as mental level. But I never met or talked to them in person. When I met a blind fellow, he showed me my blindness. That few moments stripped of all my masks I held in life and was moving with him in embarrassment of my presence. He made me lose all my ego, anger and distress in that meet of few moments. Maybe he was the God because I may not meet him again in this life. Just as they say in legends, God did a miracle left of another by the time the person realized that he/she met God. Here's the story:
I met this boy , blind, maybe 23-24 years in age, medium built in the parking lot of Fergusson College, Pune, India. I was there standing with my friends chatting when he asked me whether I would guide him to the staff room ; actually he wanted to have the hall ticket for his examination. After getting his hall ticket I guided him back to the bus stop. On the way we talked on what he did, why was his taking the exam, his hobbies, my hobbies and many other things. On way I understood that he lived in some small village which was 20 to 30 kilometers from Hadapsar. He said he is gonna take a bus from the college To Pune station then from there to Hadapsar then to his village. he also told that he was attending tuition classes In Viman nagar. So again 15 kilometers to the other direction from Fergusson. His home was in east of the Fergusson College while Viman nagar in the west of the college.
Fortunately, he got a bus which would take him directly to his village. I felt good that I helped someone. But on the way back I asked myself ' Why was he doing all this? Why was a man travelling fifty or more kilometers daily from one place to another even when he can't see any thing? Of course, God always sends his angels to help them and I am proud that I turned out to be one but still Why was he doing this?
In no time the answer popped out of me 'That is exactly what he want. He still wants to live up to his dreams and follow his heart.'(Actually , I also read that day morning that the answers to all the questions are within you).
Life is beautiful. People may say that the blind boy getting the bus direct to home was maybe his luck but, really, is it luck? I like to see that as his grace or intervention in my small life as said in the book ' World's Greatest Comeback' . I believe, seeing so brings a sense of gratitude and makes me humble. Unlike believing in luck which brings me ego. We all people are much engrossed in believing stuffs that pull us down and hence are constantly in pain and depression. Mahatma Gandhi said, " When you are depressed, fill that life has no meaning anymore or a reason, remember the most feeble and poor person in your life and ask yourself ,' What actions should I take , that will help that poor person live a better life?' and the path will again be laid in front of you. "
That boy and the answer should always make us ask ourselves. Is our pain really that big? Are we so feeble that we can't face these situation which we say are taking toll on us? Is he disabled or We? Well I believe calling them disable is a crime. They are better called specials, who are gifted with that Indomitable Spirit which only knows to keep its head up whether while in pain or pleasure. Really saying each day that blind man goes out, he has a challenge to return home safe, of course God keeps eye on them but they do hold a responsibility of themselves . I am not sympathizing with them, hell no. But this is the picture which comes when I place myself in their spot.
We need to pick ourselves up. I don't know what you are up against. But I do know that Same Indomitable Spirit, that Lion Is there in you and you can win over that situation without a doubt. Don't say that the difficulty will pass on. Face it with courage. Like a warrior faces his death when he knows he may not return. That same person is in you.
1 comment:
superb writing.....truly inspirational...!
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