Something funny happened a few days back. See on the third of sept. me and another friend were trying to finalise a deal on a house that we had found. Great house, two bedrooms, ground floor, the landlord was a scientist and a researcher, a man who you could talk to, and most importantly a floor you could fall in love with, well we did fall in love with it eventually. And for some reason the deal kept getting delayed from one day to another. So that day we decided we will go and finalise it. We reached the house and the landlord was busy so his wife asked us to come to their house which although not near was within walking distance for two strapping youth i.e. us. We got instructions for up to half way and then so as not to confuse ourselves and the nice lady on the other end of the phone we decided to call her from there. So we trudged in the humidity of Bangalore.
We got to the half way point and while my future roomie called our landlady, I was looking around and I saw this frail old lady with a ton of groceries in one hand and a walking stick in the other shuffling along trying to flag an auto. And Bangalore autowalas being what they are wouldn’t agree to drop the little lady round the corner even if they get paid. So being the gallant (sic) boys or men (if you will have it that way) that we are we offered to carry the bags and escort the lady to her destination. The lady meekly protested but we prevailed and we trudged after her talking all the while and we discovered that she was from Lucknow and had lived in Jaipur for some time and was here with her kid who was a techie. Any way we slowly walked and in the process passed our next landmark that our landlady had given us, resolving to come back and resume our task once we had escorted this nice lady to her home.
Once we had completed our journey and refused the offers of coffee and tea from an extremely polite lady we decided to retrace our route and go find our landlady who, we were sure by now, thought that we had lost our way or something. Any way we walked back another half a kilometer or so and called her again and she gave us instructions which sounded suspiciously like the route we had walked twice in the past 15 minutes or so. Any way we walked looking for the ninth house in the lane while my roomie told me that we had dropped the nice old lady at the fourth house and it was most likely that they, as in our landlady and the other nice lady both knew each other and would talk one of these days and have a laugh at our expense. When we arrived at the house our landlady called us from the first floor of the house that looked suspiciously like the house we were at fifteen minutes ago. And we both had a laugh at our own expense and later as everyone, i.e. the landlord the landlady and their tenant the nice old lady her daughter we all had a laugh. It turned out that “no good deed goes reward less” it may take time or it may be instantaneous, the rewards may be material or something entirely abstract like the smile from a nice old lady, or the trust that develops between a landlord and his tenants but the rewards will come and they will be worth the wait. Hey if nothing else you do it thinking that it was your one nice deed for the day and u can tell it later to your friends or your grand kids when you reminisce about old times and may be they will learn something from it or just to have a laugh.
You know what do your nice deed for the day forget about the consequences and hope the person you were nice to will repay you by passing that nice jesture to someone else who will again in turn pass it along making our world a nicer place.
We got to the half way point and while my future roomie called our landlady, I was looking around and I saw this frail old lady with a ton of groceries in one hand and a walking stick in the other shuffling along trying to flag an auto. And Bangalore autowalas being what they are wouldn’t agree to drop the little lady round the corner even if they get paid. So being the gallant (sic) boys or men (if you will have it that way) that we are we offered to carry the bags and escort the lady to her destination. The lady meekly protested but we prevailed and we trudged after her talking all the while and we discovered that she was from Lucknow and had lived in Jaipur for some time and was here with her kid who was a techie. Any way we slowly walked and in the process passed our next landmark that our landlady had given us, resolving to come back and resume our task once we had escorted this nice lady to her home.
Once we had completed our journey and refused the offers of coffee and tea from an extremely polite lady we decided to retrace our route and go find our landlady who, we were sure by now, thought that we had lost our way or something. Any way we walked back another half a kilometer or so and called her again and she gave us instructions which sounded suspiciously like the route we had walked twice in the past 15 minutes or so. Any way we walked looking for the ninth house in the lane while my roomie told me that we had dropped the nice old lady at the fourth house and it was most likely that they, as in our landlady and the other nice lady both knew each other and would talk one of these days and have a laugh at our expense. When we arrived at the house our landlady called us from the first floor of the house that looked suspiciously like the house we were at fifteen minutes ago. And we both had a laugh at our own expense and later as everyone, i.e. the landlord the landlady and their tenant the nice old lady her daughter we all had a laugh. It turned out that “no good deed goes reward less” it may take time or it may be instantaneous, the rewards may be material or something entirely abstract like the smile from a nice old lady, or the trust that develops between a landlord and his tenants but the rewards will come and they will be worth the wait. Hey if nothing else you do it thinking that it was your one nice deed for the day and u can tell it later to your friends or your grand kids when you reminisce about old times and may be they will learn something from it or just to have a laugh.
You know what do your nice deed for the day forget about the consequences and hope the person you were nice to will repay you by passing that nice jesture to someone else who will again in turn pass it along making our world a nicer place.
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Hey, that was some story.... :) ... started on the right foot eh
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