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.
great piece of writing........
ReplyDeleteand yeah i made that sound in my head.
what friend are you talkin abouty??? HUH!!!
ReplyDeleteYou got mugged.. xD
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