#RandomPeople

                Today just because we decided not to take our scooty for the outing, we met a really interesting person. The truth is, random people touch our lives in unimaginable ways. We certainly had a tiring day, but this man made our day. Walking through this to-be metro city ain’t that impressive; the heat and pollution tires you way too quickly. As we were done with the shopping, Amma asked my little brother to fetch an autorickshaw and he managed to get this mans auto for the ride. As soon as we got into the vehicle, he asked us about the destination and I was the one who replied. I saw a bright little smile decorate his worn out face. We were neighbours. His white beard and lean physique explained the struggles he is going through. But that man, I must say, did not gave us a chance to sympathise. He literally made us laugh over three times, with really thoughtful jokes, in a ride that lasted less than twenty minutes. The reason why I am writing this post is quite simple. I wanna remind the world that, not all people are heartless out there. Not everyone is bad; there are still people who restates the fact that ‘we’ still have good people around.:)

             During our humble journey, he told us how he manages to get two hours of peaceful sleep in his auto, by the side of marine drive and how well his grandson speaks English. As we saw a young man ride extremely reckless, the humble genius said this, “ These days Yaman ( the God of Death) no longer comes riding on the buffalo, rather he comes in a Splendour bike, wearing jeans. With people rushing to death like this, he can’t keep up with a buffalo alone. “ I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

             This man we met today, symbolizes a long forgotten culture; the culture of fellowship. While on road, every one of us are sworn enemies. In a billing counter, the person before us is the worst criminal. We forget to smile these days. And this autorickshaw driver taught me the importance of being cordial. He wasn’t cordial to charge more, rather he was cordial because he was sure it was the right way. He indeed charged five rupees less. :)  My picture of good manners stands a little positively affected and hope this narration will inspire you as well.