Chivalry or Idiocy ?

 

Well I guess I AM  a 'seasoned' writer.That is, I can't write until something really thought provoking happens. Either that or I am extremely lazy.

And so it happened :D

But first, We'll talk about 'P-E-R-S-P-E-C-T-I-V-E'. Yeah, I did that to make it look important. Mind your own business.

Perspective, Some say the class (because 'Glass' is too mainstream :D) is half full, some say it's half empty. The former, are called teachers and the latter are US! Umm...that's all I had...Nevermind. So now that we're done with our crash course, let's get to the point, shall we?

THE THOUGHT PROVOKING EVENT! ( Ta dum dssh!)

I know you made that sound in your mind! Retards :P
Anyway, Here's what happened, in a nut shell. Walking home from college with a friend, which is kinda becoming a ritual now, I saw a frail, elderly guy in his mid 80s who needed some help to get down a flight of stairs. Seemed legit. Being a noble soul, I did help him. Respect was mutual. It was reciprocated with a gentle hug, a faint smile and blessings. To be frank, It made my day. Next, he offered us a handful of 'Shirdi ka Prasad' which I willingly took. The only thing that seemed out of place was that he then asked for some money to get home! He looked nothing like a vagabond in his kurta-pyjamas and a khaki jacket. But, the voice in my head was like, " Anything for the old guy! ". So, yeah...I gave him the money too.

NOTE that all this while, my friend did not say A SINGLE WORD! He just stood there and watched. I always thought he was the mature one. So there must've been reason behind his decision to not participate in the ongoing 'Chivalry or  Idiocy'  ( And he ingeniously slipped in the title into a sentence. Well played myself, Well played. )

Hence, it was time for,

C-C-CRITICAL ANALYSIS !!

The fact of the matter is, Old people cannot harm ANYTHING! I mean, why would they? They don't want to waste the little energy they have in trying to strangle someone! They'd risk a heart attack! Because I know that when I get old, I'm gonna sit on that rocking chair until my last breath. ( Hence, proved. I AM lazy).

Secondly, I am not a guy who would EVER give money to a beggar. I'd rather give it to someone who is doing something rather than sitting on his lazy ass and complaining about his sad , miserable life, like me. So No, I'm not a 'Charitable' person. I only gave him money, because he looked like he ACTUALLY  needed it!

My mom thinks I got mugged. But mums are like that I guess. -_-
My friends think I got mugged too. I'll find myself some new friends pretty soon.

Until then, Adios.

Everything happens for a reason.

Alright, So, the following post is by someone whose work I truly appreciate. A dedicated writer, an awesome human being. Thank You Priya, for taking the time to write this wonderful post for my blog. This sums up pretty much everything this blog is about. I’m sure life has something amazing planned for you ;D 

Everything Happens for a reason

                                                                                                             By Priya Kharbanda

In class IX, I got separated from all my friends. I was all alone, in a class full of strangers. Okay, maybe not strangers. I’d known most of them since kindergarten, but only on a first name basis. They weren’t my ‘friends’. Just acquaintances.

I came home and cried the whole day. I hated God for doing this to me. I couldn’t believe HE could be so uncaring and harsh. I was a kid, really; and in my own words, ‘I wanted to die’. But my mom told me that it was going to be all right, and that everything happened for a reason. I discarded that piece of advice as typical-mom-wisdom-that-only-works-for-her-generation. I didn’t pay the slightest heed to her pravachan.

But, guess what? IXth was one of the best classes ever, for me. I made three amazing friends, whom I retained throughout high school, no matter how much the teachers or fate tried to separate us.

We’re still in touch, we talk on a regular basis, and we laugh and we gossip, and do all things we used to. We meet whenever possible, and support each other through it all.

I had a great almost-romance, with this really cute guy. It was a year filled with laughter, fights, issues, what not. And I had more fun then, than I’d ever had (till then).

And so, I started believing.

That everything, does in fact, happen for a reason.

Yes, there have been times when I’ve doubted this. Times when I’ve thought that the universe was being a pain-in-the-ass, and I cursed everyone and everything in the vicinity. But, of course, it turned out to lead to something wonderful-and if not that, then atleast something which was (painfully) good for me.

We fret about small, little things that go wrong with us; which do not co-incide with our expectation of the future. We start playing The Blame-Game, instead of understanding the truth. The truth, that everything is a part of a bigger plan. The Plan. The Plan for us all, by Destiny. We’re mere puppets, going about our life, thinking we’re the center of the universe, while it’s exactly the opposite. We’re just part of The Greater Plan.

It all happens for a reason. The reason may be anything, from a happier future, to an important lesson in life.

He broke your heart? Maybe he wasn’t The One.

You lost your job? Maybe you’ll get a better job, which suits your needs better.

You had a fight with your best friend? Maybe it’ll make your friendship stronger, and more honest; or maybe you’ll part ways. But it’ll be for the best.

Whatever happens, for whatever reason, we’ll all turn out fine. It’ll all be well in the end. Just remember one thing. 

Don’t you worry, child.

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