The Second Chance.

Nov  29 2010

It was a wonderful Christmas program in church, and I was returning along with my grandmother. Dheera my daughter out of exhaustion had already slept. The auto guy had stopped a bit further away and I had to just walk down ten steps to reach my home. With a whole lot of overconfidence, I took Dheera in my hands and started walking down towards my home. And there it happened my worst nightmare. I tripped over a stone and fell. Dheera sleeping on my shoulders, with a wasted attempt of trying to stop my fall, I landed on my knees Dheera was also going down to hit her head. And then I heard it. Her SCREAM.

I came home to examine the hurt, I thanked GOD from the bottom of my heart for the hurt was small.

God was gracious enough to give me a second chance in life.

Happiness

This post is one of the serious types so much unlike my previous ones. The 8.5 miles of travel up and down from office everyday probably had brought me to have such a philosopical thinking.

Oh!! but its all right once a while.

Mornings in the local train is always a exhaustive experience. crowded trains, impatient and rude people, and trains always running late. I sit in my usual corner with the I Pod stuck to my ears,  looking around observing the crowd in the train. There she was the young mother carrying a 12 year old kid.I seem to bump into them almost everyday. She was a soft pretty young lady exhibiting the utmost patience. I looked up to see the kid's face. She was one of those mentally challenged kid. The mother was struggling to carry her as well as maintain her balance with the hustling and pushing of the people around her. There it struck me, "Im Blessed".

Evenings it is a different scene. A tired looking mother should be in her late forties, relaxing on her novel is a very usual sight in the chennai trains heading towards Tambaram ( The place where I stay). Her eyes seemed to be tired and exhausted, skin seemed so lifeless, lips always curled to a frown. She too was my co-traveller almost everyday. Something about her interested me - Her Son.

A little boy around six or seven years, full of life doing his homework in the train beside her, with sharp little eyes, which take in everything it sees and figiting over his mom's mobile phone, is again a usual sight. The mother pulled the mobile from his hand and with elaborate gestures she asked him to stop figiting with it. It was then I realised ,the boy was both deaf and dumb. There ended my vanity of wondering on the deep frown and frustration across the lady's face.

I also see people who inspite of having almost every comfort of  life complain about how very unfortunate or pathetic thier life is.

I would not have written this post, but wanted to for one ardent reader of mine- ME, lest I forget the art of feeling grateful and join the group of pathetic people who imagine they have a pathetic life.