Since the last couple of years, I
have noticed that I have stopped helping people. Even my wife has been
complaining about my behavior and I don’t know why but have been unable to
bring myself to helping others. In other words, I have changed, changed for
worse. But all this changed last night; a small incident made me realize that
all is not lost yet. There still are some good Samaritans left in this world
and irrespective of their age, they never fail to lend a helping hand to those
in need.
It all started last night when
after coming back from a short ride I was putting cover on my car. Since I was
alone, I put the car keys, papers and my ID card on the Alto parked next to my
car. While I was in the act, a lady came, sat in the Alto and drove off. Since I
was busy completing my task at the earliest, I didn’t notice the lady getting
into the Alto. Just when she left, I realized all my papers and car keys were
still on the roof of her car. She didn’t bother to see if anything was kept on
the roof and had taken off. I ran after her car shouting at the top of my
lungs, making hand gestures, trying to stop her. To my utter dismay, she kept
driving and got out through the OUT door of our society. I even tried to shout
at the guard to stop the car but he was in his own sweet world.
Now the car was on the road with
me running at max speed possible for me and waving my hands frantically and
shouting words like “STOP”, “STOP THE CARRRR”, but oblivious of the situation she
continued driving. All the pedestrians were enjoying the chase and I was
feeling like James Bond giving chase to some goons escaping in a car. Soon after
a couple of minutes I was jolted back to reality with the feeling of hammering
in my chest and breathlessness. I was out of my breath after running for about
150 meters and was about to give up when suddenly I saw someone running past
me, at double my speed trying to chase the car. I paused to look at my knight
in shining armor to find a kid of around 12 who had been returning home and had
taken pity at me and was trying to help me.
Just when I was about to give up
hope, the car went over a bump and mercifully all the documents and keys fell
off. I felt as if I had won a lottery of a million rupees. The kid picked them
up and came back running to me. With an innocent smile on his face he gave them
back to me and asked if there was anything else that was still missing. I thanked
him profusely and went on to buy him loads of chocolates. His friends gave him
a hero’s welcome and carried him around on their shoulders chanting slogans.
I dragged my exhausted self back
to my flat, but with a smile on my face. This incident made me realize that
there still are some good people around and I should not lose hope.