digonto: the positive way of looking at things

digonto: the positive way of looking at things: The flat I live in, has five tenants.....recently, the all India radio of my house ,my domestic helpwho is The Informer of this locality, ga...

the positive way of looking at things

The flat I live in, has five tenants.....recently, the all India radio of my house ,my domestic helpwho is The Informer of this locality, gave me the story of one past inhabitant of the flat infront of mine.......everyday she unfolds many misteries.....to add to that, this is the newer one.......one lady with husband ,a daughter,and MIL used to live there.....after few months the man was not to be seen.....but many other people used to visit her.....hearing this I was kind of scared ,anticipating what she was upto......and naturally she ended up calling that lady a BAD LADY....when asked why, she told many men used to come even one of the neighbour also....I believed at first as 'bade bade sheheron me aisi choti choti baten toh hoti rahti hai.....'.I was also advised not to talk with any neighbours......hahaha..She even told that without giving 6 months rent that lady fled.....Poor Mala, what she will do .....cinema tickets are so costly nowadays that they make cinema out of their surroundings................

Now I was thinking about this matter very seriously.When a lady is on her own ...people start thinking wrong about her.....which is very easy to say.....how many would have tried to peep into her heart ,tried to know where her husband had gone?......If she had been a wrong kind of woman then she must have been rich enough to give rent....and the neighbour might have been a generous man to extend a helping hand to her.....the other visitors might have been her relatives....who were performing their duty to avoid the situation like 'kal koi baat nahi honi chahiye ki hum dekne tak nahi gaye' ...

The thing is, why cant we think in a positive way.......?.Why to relish someone's distress,make gossips,make scandals.......To me she was a mother of a child,had a mil to look after,had to carry on life sustenance without husband and money......I can feel her heart the moment she left stealthily without paying the rent......how insulting it might have been for her......

AND We? we pass judgements.abuse and make fun of.....
If not all these ,if at all she had been on a wrong path to earn money for bread and butter for the family.....what wrong had she done?She never begged,stole,manipulated.decieved....she had utilised herself,her biggest possession.....HER SELF RESPECT.........

the witnesses of my life's journey

when I was a kid nibhar ma used to come to our house as our domestic help,Iam told that she used to love me very much.After her death her elder daughter bibha entered and I used to always behind her wherever she went and whatever she did....I remember she used to get irritated sometimes as I disturbed her coming in her way.She got married soon,I lost my first friend.But family did'nt change,here came harani ,yes harani,peculiar name....she was 3 to 4 yrs older than me,so I found a new friend in her.......she used to be in our house the whole day....I very well remember I would pester ma to give food along with her....I used to have an unknown pleasure sitting with her and eating.......I was growing up so she was.....but as she was destined she got married in a smaller age.....I didnt realise then but now we should have stopped her early marriage.......amar sukher dukher sathi left for an other mysterious world......I was in class 10th,we shifted to our own house and one aged lady came as our household help.........I again got attatched to this lady.......I still remember I took out a piece of thorn from her foot to the surprise of my friends ....as she had eczema ,allergy in her feet.I never thought and never think them as sevants ...as soon as they are in my family they become members......She worked for three years and left due to illness........next came nibha .bibha's younger sister and harani's elder........she was with me in my colourful age and stood beside me whenever i needed her in my crisis.......now i got married.......shanichari dai entered and was with me n pinky for nine years......was more than a family member.....she left as she lost her eyesight.......but used to come evey now and then for pickle one of her favourites......the last companion in korba was firtin dai....without whom I could not imagine myself........she used to scold me,advise me even cry for me......she used bring murra laddu for me........I used to touch her feet as she was elder to me......firtin dai ..I miss you.......now in chennai I got mala......its been only one month but she calls me akka akka.....all the time.....wants to help me in those works also for which she is not paid....

the reason of remembering all my domestic helps.....is....they are the only persons who are aware of everything that one undergoes in everyday life.......as they step inside house they come to know the atmosphere of the house ....they may not question but they are the true witnesses....your parents may not be knowing such things which they know......they also get connected with us ,feel for us.I have been very lucky to have such important people in my life.......I bow to them and very much thankful to them for being there for me......whatever I am today ye unka dua hai........love u alll