Two sides of the story

Shopping time with dad !!! So what, can’t dad and son go for shopping ! Dad was leaving to our home town and we had to please many of our relatives back home with souvenirs -like daily usable souvenirs. It is still believed that things from outside stands above anything in our own place. Foreign goods are always welcomed with open arms, may it be durables or consumables, for a matter of fact even foreign made human beings! The belief is that things are quite cheap and are of a better quality when it is from a foreign nation. I never knew people could have such a low self esteem. Come on, we are the second largest community in the world and why would anyone want to sell us anything of poor quality. We are one of the biggest markets they have, if ever they are producing anything of higher quality it is us whom they are going to sell first. But trying talking this into their heads we become misers of the three worlds! So we don’t take much pain explaining the current world scenarios to them, we simply buy stuffs for them.

Every person who lives outside the country for a livelihood shall be prepared to face a set of questions when he/she comes to his/her hometown.

“Ahh…when did u reach?”

“Ooohhkay..when are you leaving?” this question that perturbs every human on vacation would be asked on the day 1.

“So what did you get for me?” this question is seasoned with a blatant smile.

Well what am going to write is not about any of this. Going back to the story, so we were there shopping in the stores and all of a sudden dad forgets what he had to get one of the relatives so we had to call mom and ask. Since me and dad went to the stores after our evening walk we hadn’t taken our phones. Dad asked me to use the store’s phone to call mom up and ask. I walked down the racks and when I reached where the store had placed the phone I find it is already being used by another person. I decided to wait for there sometime but it was too awkward to wait there starring at the person talk. So I started checking out the things around. I almost finished one whole side of the store an the guy is still on the phone and it got me thinking like “ What did he forget to get ? His telephone bill ?” I furiously walked away from there and found dad still trying to choose between two tees for an uncle of mine. He looked at me and asked what took me long and I told about the never ending telephone call that was going on out there. He smiled and went back to deciding which tee to choose. After few minutes, I decided to check if he was done calling and from far I saw him placing the phone back on the receiver and it hit me like rain hit the broke Indian farmers. I ran towards the phone like the hero runs towards the heroine who escaped from her own father’s captivity (talking about bollywood movies..). But things turned ugly, (now slow motion ) the same guy picked the phone again and dialed another number. I was speechless and tired. I just stared at him and was ready to leave when he saw me. He gestured asking me if I wanted to use the phone and I nodded. He gave me an embarrassed smile and cut the call and left. I wanted to say “Dude this phone is for emergency and not for people to call their friends and family” but didn’t feel like to. I just called mom, clarified everything and went back to shopping.

When I was walking back home I kept on thinking about this person. I was thinking about how cheap he was to use the stores phone to make long calls and that and this. But somewhere along this thought came this question- what if there was another side to the story? What if he was trying to save some cash to make enough cash to pay his father’s hospital bills back home or what if he was saving up to pay his daughter’s school fees? Maybe he was talking to his daughter and she could have been telling him about where she wants to do college and stuffs. I who hated this guy a minute ago felt sorry for him.

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What I learned from this is no matter how ugly a person’s actions can be, it might have an explanation that a human heart could understand. I don’t know if my version of his story was right but I felt happy and good believing it that way. It is always easy to judge people out of anger and frustration that fumes out of our heads but try thinking the other way round. It wouldn’t do much good to the person whom you judge but it will definitely do good to you. Your heart becomes more human, more beautiful and more happy. The more human you are the more caring you will be. The more beautiful you are more lovely you will be. The more happy you are the more longer you will live.

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