Life’s like that
You know, the other day, I was writing down the plus and minus points of my being.
Guess what? I couldn’t find more than one (can u believe it, just one?) plus point.
The negative points, on the other hand, spilt into almost two pages!
It drove me to think that maybe I should change from an obstinate woman, with the
I-don’t-give-a-damn attitude, to a soul who’ll take time off her routine to glance up at the sky,
stop to smell the roses, help the old lady, who lives across the street (Mrs. C.), to cross the road,
try to become euphemistically inclined, in synopsis …. a bright-smile-can-I-help-u attitude lady.
So there, I had turned a new leaf for the entire world to see.
I vowed that I would do atleast one good deed a day,
as advocated by my elders of antiquity.
As usual my day began at 5:45 am. Sleepy-eyed and grouchy, I struggled out of bed and
I was ready to vent my Monday morning blues on the first non/living creature in my way.
Suddenly my alter ego screamed me to a stop. Remembah it’s a be-nice-to –people attitude me lady.
So the rise ‘n’ shine mottoh is wha’ u hafta follo’. Heeding the advice I went about my usual early morning chores.
Precisely at 6:24 am, by my digital clock, I answered the sonorous voice of Graham Bell’s invention.
A voice recited something out of a libretto. After a few seconds realization struck.
It was a housewife demanding to know what had happened to her daily three-liter milk supply.
A polite "Sorry, wrong number" on my part elicited an influx of abuses.
At the end of the one sided conversation (?!) I knew all the problems that the 7-day absconding milkman was causing the soprano,
her children and her husband.
Adamant on not allowing any early morning contretemps to dampen my spirits,
I continued with my routine and left for office at exactly 8:00 am.
I decided to change the perfunctory smile into something more coruscating.
So the watchman was the first recipient, of what I thought was my most radiant smile, as I left the building for work.
He gave me a " Egad! I’m sure my fly’s open" kind of a look.
I did not think the reaction required any further scrutiny.
Mrs. C. trying to cross the road, in what I saw, was an attempt to reach the florist on the other side of the street, immediately arrested my attention.
Attempting to help the old lady, I grabbed her arm at the elbow and was waving out to the traffic to stop,
when I heard a loud crack (believe me it was a crack and not a snap).
Inadvertently I had grabbed ‘the fragile arm’, as I was informed later, facing a huge medical bill in the name of Mrs. C. and listening to an unmitigated tale of woe such as many women of her age throughout the length and breadth of the country might have been able to tell.
Entering the office I greeted the body assembled at the coffee vending machine with a "Good morning!" instead of the usual "Quit dillydallying!
U people have deadlines to meet". A deadly silence ensued in the entire office.
Everybody was looking at me as if I were a being from outer space that definitely did not belong there.
After what seemed like a lifetime (although it was only a few seconds) I was engulfed with queries about my health and
"There’s no harm in taking the day off" or "Should I call a doctor" or " Did your pet die?" or " Is your mother-in-law coming down?" (And I thought I wasn’t married!).
That was it! It was high time I put an end to this charade.
Being Miss Nice Lady, just wasn’t my forte, not to mention the facial contortions that other people were subjected to!
A stern " will u get back to work, please?" sent the staff scurrying to their cubicles and allowed me a sigh of relief.
Basking in my newfound enlightenment that doing a good deed a day and being polite, resulted in broken bones, and gave people the air of a surprised puppet, I decided being myself was the best policy.
To hell with plus points!
There needn’t be a single one; I don’t give a damn.
The least I could do, was mind my business and not follow a ‘one bad deed a day’ motto!
Submitted by Copyright © 2008 Raksha.b
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