I was recently travelling back home when an elderly person boarded the vehicle and started talking about his personal miseries, ill health and how he is a father to some 2 ladies. He also mentioned his dearth of monetary resources.
While asking for help, he held out his cap in his hand. A cap. Which is often seen as a symbol of respect and dignity.
What must have befallen this person to openly talk about his misery, ask for alms and even hold out his respect to others? Even knowing the fact that they may as well disrespect the dignity he is putting forth. What must have befallen him to not think about running into an acquaintance or someone recognizing him? Or the cold he must have felt while uncovering and displaying his injuries.
What could it be? What kind of misery? What sorrow? Test?
Many times we come across people who are accustomed to getting respect. As if they have some inherent right to it irrespective to their qualification for the same. And to satisfy their ego they demand of people to show them respect. Guidelines are laid. Rules. Shoulds and shouldn’ts. A pre-agreed behaviour.
But all that these people get is fake. A compulsion. Because they forget that to get respect from someone is equivalent to win their heart. All they earn is people’s loathing. Disregard. And the wishes to have minimum interaction with such people.
They forget everything cannot be demanded, some things are meant to be worked hard for. Only when you are true and humble would the universe reciprocate.
Only when you touch their souls do you earn their respect!
Mita de apni hasti ko gar kuch martaba chahe
ki daana khaak mai mil kar gul-e-gulzaar hota hai
“You can do whatever you want”
Less of an advice and more of taunt
“It was all your fault”
on her wounds rubbing salt
“You would not hear my reply”
inside she could see a part of her die
“I may not be the same as before”
blood froze within her core
“Why don’t you learn how to live?
for excellence you should strive
Stop being so mediocre
the root of all problems
You don’t listen to me at all
in between creating a wall
What pride makes you so adamant
our meeting an accident?”
The list never had an end
in life fights had they blend
one asking the other to mend
none of them ready to bend!