May 23, 2008

I’m a hybrid! How about you?


I went through a personal tragedy a few months back. Everyday since has been a reminder of that tragedy that struck me and my family.

On my way back home yesterday, I was looking outside the window of my bus, and recollecting the events (yet again!) of that day and a few of the days that followed. All of a sudden, thought about the different reactions from the people in my family struck me. It made me think that people can be broadly divided into the following categories.
A. Those who face any sorrow and tragedy stoically.
B. Those who just can’t face the sorrow; become uncontrollably lost in their sense of loss and need to be consoled by others.
C. Those who appear to take the situation very bravely, but tend to lose it at some instances.

I call this third category, “The Hybrid” variety of people, because they are a mix of the other 2 categories. And in the course of those few days, I realized that I fall into this “Hybrid” category. Since I fall into this category, I thought I could be an “authority” to comment more on this kind (by taking a leaf out of my reflections on myself). These folks will themselves to be strong to be a support system for the category B people around them. But since this is not second nature to them, they tend to break down at times. These are the times when they lose sight of the people around, and think of their own loss. At times like this, having category (A) people around you is the only respite.

I’m proud (?) to say, a couple of my brothers turned out to belong to the category A. I started to analyze their behavior in everyday life, and see if I could draw a line between the two. Things I noticed about them are: they tend to talk less among us cousins. They are always all ears to any thing you have to tell them.

Now, to the things I noticed about category B. This set comes across as very strong individuals in the daily interactions. They are more talkative than the previous category too.

Coming to the hybrids, let me talk about myself. I am a very talkative person. I don’t know if I come across as a strong individual, but I want to believe I do. There are times when I just keep quiet and reflect on things, even in a crowd. So does that make my behavior a hybrid one too?

Moving on, what are the things that make you fit into one of the categories? I again looked at myself for answering the question for the hybrids.

(1) When I thought only about myself and the loss in my own life, I fell weak. I needed to be comforted.
(2) When I rose above myself and saw the scene around me, I realized I was not alone and more importantly there were others around me who were still in condition (1). These were the times when I willed myself to be strong.

Extrapolation of these 2 conditions gives a vague description of categories A and B. Category A – Are they the ones who have risen about the rest. Are they at a higher altitude than others? Category B – Are they like the frog in the well? Do they not see the world outside of themselves?

May 14, 2008

I met THE GOOD SAMARITAN

This is an incident that occurred on the 9th of April 2008. I should have written this when my memory was fresh, but this was such a wonderful experience that I keep recollecting it all the time, and I think the memory is as good as fresh now. So here goes.

9th of April 2008, Wednesday was a bright and sunny morning. The first day of the Vacation Bible School (VBS-2008) held at Mar Thoma Church, Primrose Road. I volunteered to teach at this year’s VBS, but with a lot of apprehension about my teaching abilities. All the teaching I’ve done is to a few 4-5 years old kids back in my church, over the past few months. I was constantly praying for a sign that all is going to be well, and I am not going to fail in my duties. There were signs, but I was my usual doubting self, and didn’t know if I should take them, or if they were just lucky co-incidences.

I started towards church on this morning, with my apprehensions in place. I had to reach the church before 8.30am. I ended up being ready to leave home by around 7.45am. Since the church is about 12-14 kms from my place, I was not keen on taking the chance of going by bus. So, decided on traveling by an auto instead. I reached M.G. Road by around 8.15am right in front of the Prestige Meridian. The roads were not much crowded, and there were a few pedestrians on the footpath too.

The charge on the meter was Rs. 77/-. I held out a 100 rupees note to pay the driver of the rickshaw.
Auto driver (AD): Sorry madam change illa.
Me: (Oh wonderful! Lemme check if I’m carrying some change) Oh hawda? Nan hathra idya nodtinni.

I started to open my purse, when a man came to the auto. I looked up and,
Man: Do you need change?
Me: Sorry?!?!
Man: Just checking if you needed change. I saw both of your conversation and thought you might need some change to pay for the fare. (Takes out a bundle of 10 rupee notes, counts them) Here you go.
Me: (completely astounded, flabbergasted) Thank you! Thank you so very much!!
Man: (still waiting) Well!!
Me: Oops!! I’m so very sorry. Here is the 100 rupee note in exchange for the change. (sheepish grin)
Man: Not a problem at all. (Pockets the money and walks away)

I am still reeling under the effect of the events that just took place.
AD: En manuSHya madam. Ee kal-dalli jana change idru, keldre kodalla. Anthadralli avre taanage banDu kotralla.
Me: niJa. (Paid him the fare.) Thank you sir.

I walk down to the church, with a smile on my face, talking to my Father. Thanking Him for a sign that I can’t just turn around and ignore.

Incase the person who helped me out is reading this blog, I want to tell you Sir, you made a wonderful impact on me that Wednesday morning, never to be forgotten perhaps. THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN!!!