Thursday, June 10, 2010
Lesson Learned....from little girls.
I stood there watching them for a while from a distance as they got more lost in their joyful play. These little girls were least bothered about the pounding rain that was falling all over the road and the ground beside them, they were busy paying with this rubber band game under this big cypress wings, though there were few drops of rains coming amidst the leaves and hitting them but they had not time to care nor notice all those. All that concerned them was that their school bags and the books inside them were dry and safe and no matter how heavy the rain and how long their game must go on…
I thought to myself that there is something to be learned from these little girls because they just didn’t pass my mind without leaving some scratches of question in it.
In life we are to be like these little girls paying their game under that big cypress. Yes, as we march along the journey of life we’ll have rains of trials, failures, turmoil, crisis, depressions, despairs and so on but instead of being sorry to ourselves or even complaining we are to go in shelter if the most high the Almighty God and unload our loads of burdens and rejoice and be free like those little girls. We should trust in the shelter we are taking and be doubtless that our problems are well handled and we are really set fee of all those burdens. Even as we go under this wings of our mighty cypress we’ll still sometimes have few drops of doubts, impatience and anxiety fall upon us but then we are to be least bothered about that as these little girls did and still keep playing.
After few moments of observation and lesson learned I moved on my way to church from and as their joyous laughter got faint and faded I realized how these little girls really knew how to trust the mighty they were taking shelter at for as they played under this tree they knew one thing for sure that even though it was raining hard at that time but surely the rain would stop falling after sometime….they just need to wait patiently. Yes, my dear readers let us also learn to trust the God Almighty in the trials of our lives and rejoice in His mighty wings for the rains of problems are falling but surely it shall stop sometime latter as we remain patiently un wet under his mighty wings.
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Thursday, June 3, 2010
WHAT IT MEANS TO BE HUMAN?
Hanna and her sister use to look after the house as their mother use to go for her work and return home late evening. Their house was heaven for them even after their livelihood was hand to mouth. They were the most cheerful little girls in the whole of the village; nobody ever knew the secret of these two little girls happiness, surprisingly not even their own mother.
But today at this hour of the time Hanna was crying to herself in her bed all alone. There was no as such a problem in the house that she was to be depressed about, the family income and livelihood was running very smooth in this early spring days of the year. As she was crying in her room her mother who happens to pass by her room for her day’s work hears her daughter’s low din of sobbing and wonders what is wrong with her little cheerful girl. She thinks of knocking the door and ask her what was troubling her, but before she even makes the decision of doing the act something holds her attention in the small rusty tin can beside her which was Hanna’s dustbin. She sees several sheets of paper of variant colors but amidst all of it her attention goes to a sheet of white paper with something written on it with a blunt pencil nip. She picks it up and unfolds the paper and reads the words written by Hanna in her own sweet hand writing “HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MYSELF, HANNA”. She quickly realizes that today 18nd of June was her daughter’s birthday and no one in the family had remembered to wish her.
So now this was the time for her to act something very fast, so she quickly hustles to the Mayors house where she use to work and asks the Mayor for a few pieces of red and white roses. She quickly brings it home while her daughter is still in the room still weeping to her emotions. She takes out some of her old blue hair ribbons of her youth days from the drawer and ties a cute knot to the bouquet making a beautiful blue butterfly out of it. She then writes a Birthday note in a piece of paper as anonymous and places the flower and the note in front of the door of her birthday girl, she then knocks the door and hides herself behind the corner of the house’s store room, from where she could easily see her daughter.
After the knocks Hanna appears to answer the door with all the tears wiped up so as to pretend that nothing has happed. But as she sees the banquet and the note she becomes so over whelmed that she almost jumps with joy but only to find out that the sender was anonymous. She runs outside to see anyone waiting or may be someone just feeling away, but she sees none.
This is how Hanna’s 8th birthday was wished…...and as year sweeps by she never knows who the anonymous sender was. Her mother comforted her saying that may be there was some secret lover she had that she was unaware of and her sister Jane comes up with another theory that may be the ghost of her dad came and kept it there….despites all the assumptions it still remains a mystery for Hanna.
Many years later when Hanna’s mom becomes old and she remains mostly in the bed due to her age a day finally comes when Jane is found crying in her room the same way Hanna was many years ago. Hanna explains this situation about her sister Jane to her mother with profound regret and anxiety. Hanna’s mother asks her to quickly go to the Mayor’s place and ask for some red and white roses, Hanna instantly flees and comes back with the bouquet and then her mother asks her to get the blue ribbon lying in the drawer of her room almost untouched for years. She then knits the same old beautiful blue butterfly out of it and ties to the bouquet and in a piece of paper she write the same old birthday note…….and she asks her to hide in the same corner she once hid after the knocks…….. Tears slides down Hanna’s innocent nervous cheeks as she discovers who her anonymous birthday wisher was, the best birthday she ever had in her life…..she remains silent motionless as she looks into the faint loving eyes of her mother,………which still smiles back with that everlasting, unfailing love unconditional love.
Dear readers this is not just a story, my writing in stories is to bring out some facts and values of life which we knowingly or unknowingly have forgotten. We all have become so busy and sophisticated in our lives that we have hardly paused to find out who has really loved us true and helped to make your life worth living. May be even just for a second of your life that person has made you smile, I say to you all dear readers that today you take this time to go back to that moment of time, realize what it meant to have that person’s company in your life, how your life was a blessing with that person’s words, support, care, etc…..and thank that person, because he or she is worth it! That person may be your mother who has loved you and without you ever knowing sacrificed many things for you, may be your father who has loved you very much deep within though he is never able to express, your friends who has always stayed by your side or may be just even a maid of the house and most importantly our God who has blessed you with this life, they can be anyone but remember they are worth to be thanked and their presence in life worth to be acknowledged.
My intention in making up this story is not to be a great writer but preserve what we are all known as, yes my dear readers this is one thing in us that makes us human, THIS IS WHAT IT MEANS TO BE HUMAN do not lose that value! Even if just one reader takes this advice seriously and brings into practice then I say to myself that my work is rewarded.
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