Thanksgiving Plate#1 (from Wordpress) Just for representation purposes :-) |
But this sure does! Beautifully plated dessert... Courtesy: johnvalls.com |
Thanksgiving Plate#1 (from Wordpress) Just for representation purposes :-) |
But this sure does! Beautifully plated dessert... Courtesy: johnvalls.com |
About two weeks ago, I had a very interesting conversation with a teenager. Her formative years were spent in Muscat, in a popular school where a lot of my other friends studied (many years ago!).
We were engrossed in comparing Muscat schools vs. the ones here in Chennai. We are roughly ten years apart in age but it didn't seem like much had changed as far as the school-scene is concerned.
When I enquired about a friend that she was mentioning in one of her stories, she was very quick to point out that the girl wasn't a "friend". How could she be? She was TWO YEARS younger than her! This was her reasoning.
That's when I realised how much of importance we give to 'age' as a 'number' in schools and colleges. Today I work with people, some of whom are ten years older than me, some are five years younger than me, all in the same team - and it's a level playing field for all! After a point you don't even think about how old your teammate is. It's just the skills or talent that matters.
But when you're in school, somehow your brain maps your seniors / juniors very differently. They cannot be your 'friends' since they aren't your age. Surprising, isn't it? You would look at seniors as know-it-all's and underestimate your juniors' maturity levels. Even if they are barely months younger or older to you.
All of this doesn't really matter after you cross 20. Really! So, how old are you? You're just as old as you want others to see...
While I drove towards an intersection today, a small kid waved his arm requesting me to stop. His school was on the opposite side of the road. I stopped and let him cross and wondered why he didn't wait at the zebra crossing 100 metres away.
And then I wondered why I even stopped in the first place?! Shouldn't I have just kept going? This kid would've crossed when the traffic thinned down, or the traffic policeman might have asked him to go to the zebra crossing and wait for the light.
So why did I stop? When I asked myself that question, I realized that I responded to a request. This kid requested me to stop, and I obliged.
Several times I have stood at an intersection assuming that people would stop for me, because in my head I thought - 'isn't that the way to be?' . In the western countries, several people show courtesies like giving way to pedestrians, giving way to drivers who have been waiting in a no-signal zone, etc. And here in India, no one does that. Maybe that's why people try to push their way to get through.
But this little kid made a request. He didn't try to push his way through. He made a request and I stopped for him. Now this isn't a Bollywood movie - He didn't smile or wave after walking past, but somehow I felt happy. Happy that I was able to do something for someone else. And I guess that's a natural feeling. We all love to give, we all love to spread happiness.
But how would we know what makes you happy? Tell us! Make that request. It wouldn't make you a smaller person.
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