Sometimes after a terribly tiring day of sports, teaching, work, and some more work, when I sit down to write this blog, I don’t have any energy left in me to think and write. The energy drinks too don’t really help as much as they claim to. But somehow, I find myself constantly going at it. Deep down inside, there is this flaming fire which does not let me stop. And I owe almost everything to this burning flame. But what fuels it? What is it that keeps it alive? Well, one of the sources is my own dose of inspiration which I derive from my real life Super-Heroes who do the good things in this world, big or small, in their own ways, making me calm and restless at the same time. It’s a weird feeling I swear. But it’s this that keeps the fire alive. Today, I want to post a piece from one of my sisters – Geeta – a fellow Adhikari and another family member in Uniform, whose doings inspire me and make me believe in the ‘Good’ in the hardest and cruelest of times.
Read one of her short stories written by her last December, which will make you believe in ….
Err… you know what? Let’s not spoil it. Read it to find out!
A Merry Christmas!
It was finally that festive season of the year, the amazing time of joy, kindness, forbearance, benevolence, mercy, love and peace. It was CHRISTMAS! The festival that makes everything seem like a magical fable. My Christmas started with the visit to a small church here, where I spoke my heart out to the Lord Almighty. I won’t deny that I was a little saddened; indeed, to be all alone on my favourite festival as the family and friends were miles away. And right then I questioned myself that instead of grumbling about my lonely Christmas; why not make someone else’s better?
So there I was! I went to meet the injured soldiers, who have been admitted in the hospital since quite sometime. Though I have been a regular visitor to them, I made today special. There were four of them, out of which two were in critical condition. I was welcomed with their warm smiles and they all were eager to narrate their stories, yet again. I had been hearing each one of their tales of valour during every visit of mine, yet they never seem to get old. Despite their severe injuries, the “josh” in the boys was beyond comparison.
One of them would soon be losing his arm, due to amputation, but the passion in his heart and the zest in his eyes were at the zenith level. He looked at his bandaged arm and said, “Yeh to desh ke liye hai Sahaab” (This is for our Country, Sir). I realised that these are the men who are the real heroes, the brave-hearts who have never failed to inspire us. They are the true personification of COURAGE and GLORY. I felt so honoured to be amidst such men and make them smile, even if it was for those brief moments.
The time kept ticking away. Our talks got longer and smiles got bigger, when finally it was time to take leave. So I gave away their Christmas gifts and sweets to them. And that is when I experienced one of the most memorable and overwhelming moments. As I handed over the gift to the “injured arm guy”, he got misty-eyed and I saw the gratitude in those teary eyes. He said –
“Sahaab, aapne apna waqt humare liye nikaala, humare liye utna hi kaafi hai. Aaj ke din aap hi humare Santa Claus hain.” (Sir, you took out time for us, that’s enough for us. Today, you only are our Santa Claus)
I was speechless (literally), I just smiled and wondered in admiration to myself, all this while when he was speaking of the amputation, he did not show any worry or weakness but just a little act of kindness softened his lion heart. It was amazing to witness the power of compassion. Before either of us could get more emotional, I thanked them all for the great time and went away.
On the way back, I stopped at the same church. I thanked God for today, for strengthening my faith in GOODNESS and for making me keep the humanity alive, in my own small ways. I thought that I would have a lonely Christmas but as the day and experience went by, I was clear about one thing that it’s so much better to be the SANTA CLAUS rather than wanting one. I realised that
“Being happy does not mean that everything is perfect, it means that you have decided to look beyond the imperfections.”
Today left me more self-content, humble and honoured. There is no joy greater than making a difference in someone else’s life, even if it’s the slightest one. As I keep saying,
“Never get tired of doing the little things for others, sometimes those little things occupy the biggest place in their hearts”
There are many things from which I have derived good and have not profited (materialistically) and TODAY was one such thing. And about my Christmas, I think I had a pretty merry one!
Thanks Geeta for being the Santa in everyone’s lives and the Super-Hero in mine. People like you deserve to be lifted and carried by us on our backs to thank you sincerely for bringing joy in our lives and reminding us of the Good.