Sunday, 19 April 2015

Those guardian angels.....

I have always wondered how unimaginable my life would have been if I didn't have around me, the people I take for granted.
For things as simple as (nowadays it's no longer simple, it demands sheer luck and expertise) booking a tatkal ticket on a weekend to making a remarkable decision in life, I blindly depend upon them.
And what surprises me all the more is that I have never taken the trouble or felt the need to either thank them or reciprocate their help...May be that may seem too procedural...Or to put it more aptly, it would spoil the whole beauty of the luxury that I currently enjoy...
Yes...
The luxury of forwarding an incomplete work without even mentioning a text in the mail, with the undefeatable hope that it would get filled up and would bounce back perfectly to my mail box in just 10 minutes...The audacity to simply send the to-be printed pdf file just because I don't want to walk up to the printer...(Mind you,even before I turn around, I notice the freshly printed hard copy on my table!) And the unpardonable offence of bombarding them all with my unending questions and doubts... All this, because somewhere within my cerebrum, there is this unshakable  belief that my need would be prioritised irrespective of the quantum of urgency their current on-hand task would demand...

This belief may sound illogical...But it has worked for me...Yes...See...

The luxury of calling up a friend the previous night and literally commanding to make sure I get the tatkal train tickets to go home the next day. That too, on a weekend preceding a public holiday, when it seems as if the only thing that all the people with computers are doing at sharp 10 am in the morning is to log on to irctc to book the same train ticket..Even with this neck to neck battling in 2 minutes, I always get the ticket sms on my phone at sharp 10:05 am...And the worst part about me (Yes...I do feel bad now) is that I don't even bother to call back to understand how they could manage this or to thank as a mark of reassurance...
Just because I have got used to this or more to say, spoilt...Yes:
★Texting a friend "Pls recharge" when I'm held up at work, not because I am too busy but because I am too lazy to step out to the recharge shop.
★Suddenly feeling like listening to that nostalgic song and asking my friend to send it to me at once. (Yes...By the time I manage to search and find the song and I download it,my thirst to listen to that song itself would have dried down, thanks to my hi-speed;) internet connection)...
★And sending a long essay of the complicated issue that I face with the incredibile optimism of getting a prompt, readymade solution...
      
And, invariably, I have got my phone instantly recharged, have enjoyed the song with brimming nostalgia and have got my complex problem resolved with commendable ease...

I have got innumerable examples of my guardian angels stepping in and helping me with the tracking of the section number with the correct case law, the address of book shop, that untraceable phone number, name of that forgotten book or author or even the nearest restaurant (Okay...I have zomato.But don't forget my hi-speed internet that'll make me end up starving!)...Most importantly, these were provided instantaneously...

Not because these people weren't busy...They would have been much much more held up than I was...But because they valued the freedom that I had on them to demand these...
Maybe because they knew they couldn't tolerate my expression if I didn't get it...
May be because they didn't even think before doing all these...They just did it...No explanations, No questions...Plain reflex action.

People may say I'm pampered and spoilt...
And many of these things, I could have very well managed to do it myself.
But if it were so, we would be more appropriately branded as mere automated creatures, not societal beings...
Not for the luxury of lethargy, but for the sheer beauty of the feel-goodness that I thoroughly enjoy when I believe these people are there for me, regardless of whether I manage to humour them or not...For, I am largely known to be weak in "maintaining" friendships...
But I think these people won't mind that anomaly with me...Because they know for sure that I take them for granted...
These are my guardian angels.....

Endnote: I do not deny the fact that, one day all this would abruptly come to an end...As all good things do...
When the time comes to get encompassed to the four walls of utter solitude, the only reminiscent tokens would be these million little memories...Instances like the "vishu kaineettam" coming as a top up message on your phone, the memory of your friend giving up the share of your favourite dish just because you like it and the friend who listens patiently without even uttering a harsh word at you when you burst out all the frustration you have on God knows who all!!!
The luckiest of these memories would stay as vignettes that light up your wrinkled face...

A Simple Message...

A Simple Message...