Lifes like that

The husbands and my morning routines runs along a church, where the homeless and not economically well off are given a warm breakfast of coffee/tea and  freshly baked loaves.
Long queues so early in the morning of little babies and kids all waiting for that first meal of the day. The gentle souls who provide the sad and lonely with this wonderful meal, are surely blessed !
Not a day goes by without seeing a smile on the kids faces as they take the loaves and quickly pack it in their mothers bags to be shared with maybe many more waiting for that meal at their home.
Gives me a lot to think on my walking rounds, what is it that  makes one man to give so much of himself ? and sometimes in our own lives people pinch pennies for a basic need ?
There definitely has to be something divine in the man who cares to provide for a lesser fortunate one.
In my own life, I have seen people sharing of their very little that they have, they will cut it down to the last bit in order for  each person to taste it, or even just give it away like "Oh! Take this, I have tasted it before, its yours now!"
All I can say is How wonderful is the soul that can feel so deeply for them.
Flip the coin and there you have the excesses they come and just grab the piece that you are holding in your hands, happens especially during sales.
There was this home furnishing sale and the usual rush that we see around sales, I had seen this beautiful pair of cushion covers and picked them up and checked them for size etc., liked them and decided to pay for them, not without picking another piece of furnishing, it was a bed sheet, so for a split second let the cushion covers down besides me, to check out the bed sheet, people have eyes all over their bodies, and there came this lady, all complete with her designer bags, hair-dos and grabbed the set of cushion covers that I kept besides me,"That's mine, lady," I politely told her" OH ! you just kept it down"
with a very annoyed smile(If there is something like that) "I needed both hands to check this out," showed her the sheet," "Can I have them please they go so well with my bedroom,"she said with a huge glisten in her mascara painted eyes, "Ask the sales girl to help you out with another piece,"  Saying this I stretched my hands to get the cushion covers from her, but no she wouldn't give it, to me, "I will first check out with the sales girl, "
My first instinct was to grab them right out of her hands, but you got to be uncivilised to behave that way, went with my head reeling not so much for the materialistic want but for the uncouth behaviour of this opportunist, who without a whimper must have been watching me all along and the first opportunity grabbed !!!!
I explained to the sales girl, how things happened and she politely said that she should have another pair, maybe more colors too!
It was only then that the lady dropped it right besides her on the counter, and walked away without as much as a apology for all the trouble etc., etc.,
Just goes to show the more we have the greedier we get to go out grab and walk away without apology
Like my header says,"LIFE'S LIKE THAT"

Mysterious Man

The look on his face as he sat upon the bench,  was one of anxiety, the wrinkles on it, were too many for such a young face the sunken eyes completed the young mans expression, one of total dismay.

Standing at the station waiting for my train to come, I watched his body language, he had a nervous tick, he kept wringing his hands, in frustration and everytime he did that he muttered something to himself.None of the passengers gave him a second look, everyone went about their business, which made me want to believe that he kind of lived there.

Looked at the huge clock, it told me that my train was running late, and the announcements kept coming in. Here was this young man I really couldnt fathom what it was that brought that him to this state, of course I did notice a small teeny weeny suitcase tied with a rope ..double security.Beyond that no clues.

My eyes looked heavenward and with a prayer on my lips boarded the train to my destination.

I never will know the mystery of this Young Man.

KNOCK !! KNOCK !!

 

"Coming, Coming," no respite,  louder than the first time,  "Knock, Knock,Knock,"
When the kids were little and school going, the door knocker used to be the indicator of the mood they were in
 In my experience, with their knocks they would convey the mood they were in.
A loud knock would convey a kind of a happy mood, the debate they participated, the competition, the tests, etc, "were good, mom
An impatient knock, a continuous one, that was not going to stop soon, conveyed that they needed to visit the washroom, or had to talk to me about something that was seemingly important to them" Yes, Mom I saw the kite swoop and take away the little kitten," all with a tear  glisten  in the eye
The knock that always told me that things were not bright for my sweethearts was a soft, gentle barely audible one.
Going to greet them at the door and seeing their crestfallen faces, tear stained cheeks, told me a million things, in that nano second  "Yes, Mom, she took away my pencil box, " or "I lost my water bottle," "MY homework has to be redone,"
My sweethearts were under stress for these trivial matters, and it would break my heart to know that one day they would be facing the tough, world.
But that moment was totally for them, and I was their only saviour who could wash away all that with a swipe of a kiss on their cheek, a huge hug, and even just listening to their chatter, chatter, their faces would brighten and a glimmer of a smile would appear....Sooo rewarding.
In all of this I was happy to be there for them at every moment, I always saw them off to school, would try to be at home when they returned ,
We parents have to be sensitive to our childrens needs,materialistic is the easiest to fulfill, but the emotional needs of a child are the hardest.
Each child manifests his/her own emotions in his own way, some scream for attention, some withdraw and some try and get attention at the cost of behaving naughty.
My experience has taught me that the two of them are not alike, one was shy and sensitive, the other was loud and bolder, and still these traits remain, they are little adults, But the character of each of them remains just the way it was.Maybe they can mask some of their emotions, But a parent has a million sensors all over .. so these little things never go away from a parent.
Sometimes there is no need to talk, not even a spoken word, is required just the silence, and be totally theirs....
What could be better than this ? The rewards are great, all in your hands.  
              

      

                                                    

Right Choice?

Considering the amount of changes we have seen in our lifetime, do we really have time to enjoy them and their benefits ? surely it is a given fact that we are all so stressed that at the end of journey, (read:day,life,retirement) we barely have the energy and strength to gloat over it.

Everything lies in the fist of our tiny and not so tiny hands, Our abilities to stand up even if we are all alone, our way that we should react to situations, our attitude to life and so on and so forth,
Without much doubt I have always believed that no one can take away the happiness from us, it is up to each to be Happy or Unhappy.
So yes, the choice is yours to make..