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I have usually never paid attention to how my day has been: good or bad. Even when my sister asks me everyday, how was your day. I tell her it was as usual. But sometimes your days go horribly wrong and one thing or one person can make a huge difference.
Like the day I told you I lost my jute bag. After I lost the bag, some more subtle and unpleasant things happened same day. While returning to home, I realised with shock that I had also lost 250GB hard disc that I kept in my bag! With this discovery, I was more than ready to wallow in self-pity.
By sheer instinct, I decided to go back to the restaurant at metro station where I had eaten a vegetable cutlet waiting for my colleague, my co-commuter. I half-heartedly asked the guys at the counter about a jute bag that I might have left in their eating area. They queerly looked at each others’ faces, and called other guys. Finally one guy asks me, What did you have in your bag? Inwardly I angrily thought they don’t even have it, yet I have to list the contents of my bag. But to my surprise, they had it!
My colleague was wrong when she said I had brought the bag to auto. I got all my things back. The guy at counter informed me that my bag had also caused a ‘bomb’ scare. Getting your things back after losing them once is a very happy phenomenon. So that was a day that started badly and ended on a happy note. 😀
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It happened again.
I had gone to Chandigarh for personal reasons. First I missed my Shatabdi from New Delhi Railway station. Why? I didn’t know which platform it was running on. I wasted precious 5 minutes, looking for ‘Enquiry’ counter. It had been shifted due to construction going on at railway station. I asked every policewallah and PCO wallah posted there about it. I ran up the stairs to platform, asked a coolie who directed me to Platform number 1. I saw display said platform number 2, I ran toward it but train was not there. I thought coolie was right, I rushed to platform number 1, train was not there too. Till now I am not sure which platform it went away from. People stationed at platform said it went from 1, while a passenger I met on return train (same day) said it went from platform number 2. But what matters is I MISSED the train. A whole post about Indian railways later.
I had to be at Chandigarh. So I told myself, Don’t panic, girl. I took an auto to the bus station. Took the fist bus that was leaving Chandigarh. It was a state bus, though freshly painted, it was not Air-conditioned. I traveled for 5 hours on hungry stomach. Things did not go well at Chandigarh either. I was pissed off but then I met Ava.
Ava was like a breath of fresh air. It was her working day, yet she had come to pick me up from my remote location. I was still hungry, she took me on her scooty to Anupams to feed me. We chatted, and then she dropped me to the railway station. She waited with me for the train to arrive and saw me till I boarded my Shatabdi, lest I missed my train this time. This sweet act of generosity and love made me whole day worthwhile, considering it had started so BAD.
I repeat, Ava, you were the best thing that happened to me that day. Thank you! 🙂 May God bless you, and we will meet again. I promise to be more energetic then than this time. 😉
Similarly, there was this meeting I had gone for. I was there by appointment, yet I had been waiting for about 45 minutes! Things went bad. In hot Delhi summer, there was no electricity at this facility. Forget cold water, there was no water for me or any other guests to drink. Thirsty and waiting in heat, I was about to walk out. But as always I was debating inwardly; just then the reception announced that I could go and meet the MD.
MD was a pleasant-mannered and very strikingly beautiful woman. I had great time talking to her. It was brief and to-the-point meeting. We talked with open honesty and it was clear we both needed to rethink about the things in question. We concluded the meeting, with promise to keep the dialogue open. Best part, she salvaged my day single-handedly. I was perked up for rest of the day and did some constructive things 🙂
Power of the human touch. How many times has it happened to you?