Story #39: How To Restore Your Faith In Love (The Anonymous Anecdotes Project)

I’ve always wanted to teach underprivileged kids. Their smiles have an unexplained magic in them. I found this to be a very inspiring idea since childhood. Unfortunately, I could never find an NGO that was good enough until one of my friends shared a message from an NGO she was part of. I really liked the idea and instantly filled the online form to join. Fast forward a month, I finally decided to go and teach. 

My first day was nothing short of amazing. I started teaching a very young boy who seemed pretty sincere. One hour into teaching, and random little kids start running here and there. One girl comes from behind, puts her palm around my eyes and says guess who. I didn’t know anybody’s names. I had met them for the first time. Yet they felt safe and comfortable enough to play with me. Kids would come and hug me from behind while I was teaching that little kid. They would play small games with me. I clicked some funny pictures with the kids and another volunteer too with the kids showering soo much love on me. I really couldn’t believe it. I have never felt this loved from complete strangers. I instantly fell in love with all of them. 

When I returned home, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking how kids can love so easily. How they are not afraid to love people. Until recently, I was the same. I have lots of love to give and I didn’t mind giving it to all my friends without filters. But due to some negative experiences, I realized one should not do that. Maybe I became too afraid to love again. So this was so shocking for me- how they could love, and express it so easily, without any worry about how the person on the other end is going to feel about it! I had become really bitter and I feel that small incident restored my faith in loving. 


Sometimes our own life experiences condition us into believing things that would otherwise seem absurd had we considered another perspective. We grow onto these beliefs, and mistake them for facts. Beliefs like no one can be trusted or one will never find love. But when we come across instances that no less than throw the truth in our face, or simply, another alternative to our beliefs, it feels like revelation; like an epiphany. 

I think that no matter what we do in our lives, we have to bear the consequences of our actions, good or bad. So nobility brings you back goodness, like in this story. 

This is not a chapter out of a philosophy book; just the things I feel, and this story resonates with a lot of my own philosophy!

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Any opinions, comments or ideas that you may want to put forward to the writer of this story can be mailed to me at ratti.priya5@gmail.com. Positive feedback and constructive criticism are more than welcome. 

(The Anonymous Anecdotes is a project under which anyone can send me a memory, a story or an experience from their life that had a profound impact on them. It requires people to write their respective experience along with the way it changed them or their perception of life. According to the project, these stories are being published anonymously, with the intent of spreading a positive message and a hope that anyone who reads, relates or learns.)

Story #23: Faith In Humanity Prevails! (The Anonymous Anecdotes Project)

Life is a series of events. Some big, some small. Some really important and necessary, some not that significant. In between experiencing these events, life puts each and every one of us in certain circumstances which have the power to reach out to our core, the true us and change a part of it! 

I would like to share one such event of my life and here is how it goes.

I was on a drive with a newly made friend of mine, returning from work. We would go together and he would also drop me off everyday. It had been a week following the same routine. Everyday, when we crossed a signal, there would be quite a number of innocent faces on the other side of the car window, asking for some money. It was saddening how everytime both of us had to refuse to those helpless souls as we were aware of the business rackets that ran behind the innocent faces.

But today, something wasn’t going to remain the same anymore. As we were returning from work and arrived at the traffic signal, I saw him smiling. Soon, there were kids around the car again, but this time, something definitely was different, I could feel it! And then my thoughts were interrupted by him as he said – “Open that dashboard!” I was confused and I questioned him back instead of listening to him. He once again repeated his words and asked me to open it. As I opened the dashboard, I found a box of chocolates. There was a smile on both our faces. 

He rolled the window down and I distributed the chocolates and got those priceless smiles in return. Few more joined them- “didi mujhe bhi, mujhe bhi” (me too, me too!) was all I could hear!

That moment had a unique magic of innocence in it. It felt like they were little birds chirping near me. And my friend was just busy adoring the happiness on their faces, absorbing all that he could.

Another boy, probably a year or two younger than me, riding a scooty on a little distance came up to me and said with a great smile -“Didi, aap bohot ache ho!” (You’re a really nice person!) which really made me feel that a good deed does touch hearts. 

I’ve recently shifted to Delhi, stepping out of the “cocoon” of the constant love and warmth of my family. Back at my hometown I did not step out much out of my house except for going to school. Even though it sounds stupid, I was way too naive to face a different city all by myself; and over that, the place being Delhi. I was mentally prepared not to trust anyone too easily here. And in the hassle of being more cautious everytime, certain negativity had definitely got into me. But this was the incident that restored my faith. Faith that humanity prevails everywhere!


Our brains have become so accustomed to seeing and expecting negativity that we often presume most situations to have a bad result. This conditioning of our minds to look out for negatives leaves so little space for us to do something to change a situation. 

So when someone decides to be nice, it startles us; we bring our guards up. Because good deeds are so rare to find, the ones we do come across feel like a hoax. And I hate to admit how true this is. But it’s us who can change it.

Small good deeds everyday would make everything so better, wouldn’t they? Try making someone smile, give someone a compliment they weren’t expecting, do something for someone or maybe, like in this story, help someone who might need it the most. Your little actions could turn someone’s day around!

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(The Anonymous Anecdotes is a project under which anyone can send me a memory, a story or an experience from their life that had a profound impact on them. It requires people to write their respective experience along with the way it changed them or their perception of life. According to the project, these stories are being published anonymously, with the intent of spreading a positive message and a hope that anyone who reads, relates or learns. If you’re interested, you can send me your story at ratti.priya5@gmail.com.)

Story #18: Little Things (The Anonymous Anecdotes Project)

I was told to share an experience that affected my life or changed me as a person. To be honest, it is not just one thing but a million little things that happen everyday that affect me as a person.

There are times when I take tension and panic even in trivial situations but when I step out of the house and see people sleeping on the road in this scorching heat, kids selling things at traffic lights to manage their meager means of survival , old and middle- aged men sitting at the stations having amputated arms or legs begging it makes me think how lucky I am to have a shelter over me, a meal three times a day and my body organs in place and a family.

There are times when I feel that I am useless and worthless with no personality and self confidence. But then I see people who have gone through various ordeals or are still experiencing problems way beyond my imagination but they have the guts and the will power to keep a calm face and smile through it. That gives me hope.

There are times when I complain to my father about my silly needs not being fulfilled but when I go out and see the cobbler, the tailor, the rag-picker, the tea seller, I see how difficult it is to survive and earn money and that makes me feel rueful about my past behavior.

There are times when I judge people based on their looks, dressing sense or the way they speak without knowing them but as I get to know about them further I realize my false pre-conceived notions .

These are the little things that I experience everyday which give me hope to live my life a little better.

Though I’m still waiting for the day when something happens that makes me change the way I feel about myself in a better way.

But till that happens I have these little things making me feel blessed and always encouraging me to follow the policy of helping others in any way that I can so that I can bring a little joy in their lives.


Sometimes, some things around us have the capacity to move us and change us, and bring back to life a feeling, this unknown sense of power and capability that had been lying dormant for a long time. At times, these things are huge and consequential to our lives; other times, they are little, almost too vulnerable of going unnoticed. All we need is an eye out to look for such things. 

The ones who see, really see like the person writing this story, feel. They empathize. The knowledge that someone, somewhere is way worse off, and has bigger problems to combat puts things in a lucid perspective. Just knowing how someone has it worse makes us appreciate our little lives so much; it makes us thankful for what we have.

So the ones among you who are like the writer of this story, I’m sure you could relate. For those who aren’t, see this as an opportunity to let the writer’s experiences influence you; maybe change you, too. Be thankful for what you have; your something might be someone’s everything. 

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(The Anonymous Anecdotes is a project under which anyone can send me a memory, a story or an experience from their life that had a profound impact on them. It requires people to write their respective experience along with the way it changed them or their perception of life. According to the project, these stories are being published anonymously, with the intent of spreading a positive message and a hope that anyone who reads, relates or learns. If you’re interested, you can send me your story at ratti.priya5@gmail.com.)

 

Story #3: The Joy of Giving (The Anonymous Anecdotes Project)

Perceptions or perspectives take a long time to change. But this is not true in every case; one incident can hit you and the very next moment you no longer remain the person you used to be. That one second, or a minute,or an hour can put you through a phase of introspection and you become somebody else, somebody you never used to be, somebody you never thought of. After such an incident, when you look at yourself in the mirror, you are the same physically but never the same at the core. With this context, I’m sharing an incident after which I ceased to be what I used to be.

Since I’m an only child, I had always had all my parents’ attention. Never had to prove myself to them. Though my parents, like others, fought day in and out to fulfill all the needs of the family, they had all their focus and resources directed solely towards me. So, I was privileged in every way, you can say. Birthdays used to be celebrated, all my demands used to be met, and I never had to feel any discomfort. Even the first car we had, a second hand Maruti Suzuki-800 was bought on my birthday. That was how my early life went by.

As soon as I turned 6-7 or so, life had a reality check planned for me. We were travelling in the same 800, when at a signal, I saw a family having their lunch. The footpath was their all time shelter, that rag-bag was their livelihood and their kids were the sole earners; who left their meal and ran towards vehicles every time the signal turned red. Kids, of the same age as I was, had to support their families. That sight of their plight, shook my soul, although I later realized that I was able to see only a minute part of their sufferings.

That sight put a question mark on all I had ever had, and all I had ever got. Till then, I only considered it my right to have it all, but after that day, I started treating it all as a whole lot of blessings. The urge to help people, whether of my age or anyone younger or older, has now sown deep inside me. Today, I never give it a second thought before deciding to help anybody even if I have to push myself a little. Right now, since I do not earn, I cannot offer any monetary help. But I have it all planned in my head that the day I’ll start earning, a part of my income will make someone’s life better.

Secondly, now I treat my parents as gods. I may not agree with all their opinions or what they say, but I can never deny the fact that the hard labor that they put in is non-comparable. Before the age of 6, I used to live life with all my needs fulfilled without giving a damn about anybody. But after that experience, I’m all set to comfort others, help others and strive to bring a smile on someone’s face every day;

and I will continue doing this for rest of my life.


 

It’s truly rare to come across selfless people who tend to put the needs of others over their own. The joy of giving is the satisfaction of bringing a smile onto someones’ face, knowing that you’re the reason for it, and not feeling entitled to a payback. This is true goodness, and this is what the world needs more of.

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(The Anonymous Anecdotes is a project under which anyone can send me a memory, a story or an experience from their life that had a profound impact on them. It requires people to write their respective experience along with the way it changed them or their perception of life. According to the project, these stories are being published anonymously, with the intent of spreading a positive message and a hope that anyone who reads, relates or learns.)