Unexpected Acts of Kindness !!!
For every time I feel let down by somebody or something, I always start pondering on on the issues we have vis-a-vis the expectations we set, for each of the relationship we build and the obvious dissapointment here or there.
But then I remember the unexpected acts of kindness that came my and faith (or what is left of it) is restored, here's a recount of them:
Mr.RM
Very early in my career I was a working as a computer engineer at a large global software firm (it was at that time) and I had a pretty bad relationship with my reporting manager (RM and yeah yeah happens all the time). We often used get into arguments, he made sure that my credits for good work was diluted, he never gave me a chance to present a solution to the Decision makers and the usual stuff, I hated it there. Then I remember it was a Friday, I got a call from my brother and 'man the news a was bad', my father had just met with a major accident and was in the ICU fighting for dear life.
I immediately told my RM about the situation and told him that I would be off for the rest of the and probably for a few weeks. Then the unexpected happens, this guy asks me to wait-up, puts in a few calls and 5 minutes later he is off with me to the hospital(damn and did he insist). This guy spends the entire weekend with me at the hospital helping me out to get a handle on the situation !!!!!!. This was a total freaking transformation from being my personal Mr.Devil to Mr.Angel. From that moment on I promised my self to never ever brand/slot/have an opinion on a person. Of course my father came back home, I went back to work, and my RM went back to being a bastard :). P.S - We have been buddies for more than a decade now and still are.
Personal Quote if you may: Bastards are not always Bad, but are still Bastards : Man wouldn't Mr.Tarantino love it
Mr.B
When I was a very young boy, it was a ritual in my home to have Biriyani (Lamb cooked with Rice) every Sunday. Unfortunately I was given the job of going to the slaughter house and procuring ( :) meat. The first time around I vomited right there in the middle of the butcher shop, Mr. Butcher was a giant of a man and a very serious man at that, didn't say a word, asked his men to clean up the mess, took his apron off and led me to the tea-stall right next door and ordered 2 cups tea. There we were drinking hot tea and we hadn't spoken a word!!!!.
From that day on every Sunday Mr.B would gesture for me to wait at the tea-stall while one of his men would come collect the monies and came back with a neatly packed packet of meat. Two years Later I went off to a boarding school and lost touch with Mr.B (Not that we were buddies .... heck we never even talked). Years later I when I was passing through that neighborhood, I made a impulsive stop at Mr.B's shop, just to check on him. The place was exactly the same and Mr.B too was the same old serious guy, busy going chop chop chop... As I approached his counter, he looks up, smiles at me, takes off his apron and off we go to the tea-stall. After we are done gulping down the delicious irani chai (tea), we go back to the shop and to my surprise a meat packet is waiting for me!!!. Mr.B hands over the packet to me and says : 'Time miletho kabhi kabhi athey rahena babu' (whenever u find time please do visit) and that's that. No more small talk. I often keep thinking about how a butcher (way of life!!!) had it in him to protect a small boy from the gore that was. What an unexpected place to find kindness is'nt it??
Cheers Folks
