Last Christmas at Carmel, Rkl.....
Christmas time is the most exciting time for the whole school..winter vacations...new year functions....all were so exciting before that day..because that day .........it was hard to believe , it was time for all of us to leave the school. On 20th Dec., final performance by class X-B, for Christmas carol...was announced on stage...our hearts were heavy... we had prepared the carol - Rudolph the red nosed reindeer.... but our chords refuse to sing on stage...we some how managed this 5 minutes and rushed to our class rooms.
Carmel Convent School was a girl's school.... I was admitted in this school in Std. IV.. This school was so different as I used to study in a co-education school in Vizag until my Dad was transferred to this city and suddenly in a girl's convent I found myself alone...Time flew in an instance and today I am in my 10 th grade , would be appearing for my Mock Exams in Jan and Board exams in March created a commotion in my heart...I sat still at my desk..After a few moments I realized not me alone but every1 beside was going through this same dilemma. Its always the 9th grade who takes up the responsibility to get involved in the Inter School Christmas carol competition at German Club.. We felt like aliens ..sitting and observing...As if our school was discarding us...all 49 of us...with broken heart....trying to remember the fun we had in chemistry lab....the mistakes we purposely did in maths test....the ways we adopted to irritate our Hindi teacher..the list never ends..
We couldn't cry because we all had 1 thing in common that was our ego..Class X-A and X-B (98 students) .... We decided to speak to our principal about this and we all went to Sister Veronica....and requested for a night stay in school and a batch picnic which was accepted by her..
But something in me ..and ...in the rest made us behave very differently that day..as if we all were supposed to maintain some kind of distance from each other...and some invisible territories came up....we were all suddenly grown up girls.....in that moment..we were ready to face the challenges...accept the family culture...and suddenly so much ready to face this cruel world .........since that Christmas day....!!
Until that day...
Like everyday my day started with a rush to reach office as early as possible. For me office timing has never been any kind of issue as my day starts before office hour starts and ends far beyond any time restrictions. My Mother has been threatening me everyday for coming home and every day she tries new ways of convincing me to apply for a leave. My friends started saying that I am a machine and I under go no wear and tear.
Life had never been simple for me especially in Mumbai and adjusting as per the culture of the city I lost something called Myself...in the hustle and bustle. It was work in my mind all the time. My regular habit is to buy a cup of coffee from Churchgate station and walk outside..enjoy the sun for a few moment and then get going. I prefer walking down till my office at Fort.
At the footpath opposite to the Bus stop on Vitthaldas Marg, I realized someone was unable to take a step ahead. I turned back and my eyes caught a red and white stick and then a woman behind it. Her stick was stuck on the manhole cover and she was unable to move ahead. She was blind. I hurried up towards her and helped her stick out. Before I could even leave her and proceed she grabbed my left arm saying- Will you pass by the Canada Bank opposite to Church.
I said "yes".
"Lets hurry" she said.
I had no heart to deny helping her and I felt why should I . She is going the same way i have to and above all her spirit to be on time was something that touched my heart.
She must be in her mid thirties and she worked in bank. She walked matching my pace not letting her lack of eyesight keeping up with speed the world is heading forward. Her face showed how poised she was. When I told her that we are going to cross the road at Flora Fountain she instructed me to walk only when the green man signal was on..
"You young people only want to run , follow the traffic rules" she said.
She was swift in her movements. When we reached the Church I told her that we are about to reach the Bank. She stepped up on the first step and said "Thank you" and she moved inside the building.
I stood there for sometime saluting her courage and thinking how brave she was. My feelings that I had since the day I am in this city till date seemed nothing before her struggle. Where everyday is a new challenge for her. She taught me several things in that ten minutes of time which I did not learn in last two years.
She taught me to trust people.. like the way she trusted me and grabbed my arm..She left me speechless..She left me with a drop rolled out from my eye..
Life had never been simple for me especially in Mumbai and adjusting as per the culture of the city I lost something called Myself...in the hustle and bustle. It was work in my mind all the time. My regular habit is to buy a cup of coffee from Churchgate station and walk outside..enjoy the sun for a few moment and then get going. I prefer walking down till my office at Fort.
At the footpath opposite to the Bus stop on Vitthaldas Marg, I realized someone was unable to take a step ahead. I turned back and my eyes caught a red and white stick and then a woman behind it. Her stick was stuck on the manhole cover and she was unable to move ahead. She was blind. I hurried up towards her and helped her stick out. Before I could even leave her and proceed she grabbed my left arm saying- Will you pass by the Canada Bank opposite to Church.
I said "yes".
"Lets hurry" she said.
I had no heart to deny helping her and I felt why should I . She is going the same way i have to and above all her spirit to be on time was something that touched my heart.
She must be in her mid thirties and she worked in bank. She walked matching my pace not letting her lack of eyesight keeping up with speed the world is heading forward. Her face showed how poised she was. When I told her that we are going to cross the road at Flora Fountain she instructed me to walk only when the green man signal was on..
"You young people only want to run , follow the traffic rules" she said.
She was swift in her movements. When we reached the Church I told her that we are about to reach the Bank. She stepped up on the first step and said "Thank you" and she moved inside the building.
I stood there for sometime saluting her courage and thinking how brave she was. My feelings that I had since the day I am in this city till date seemed nothing before her struggle. Where everyday is a new challenge for her. She taught me several things in that ten minutes of time which I did not learn in last two years.
She taught me to trust people.. like the way she trusted me and grabbed my arm..She left me speechless..She left me with a drop rolled out from my eye..
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