A few days back I went for a jaunt outside. Which I'll tell you is a rare exercise for me. I had to pay my Mom's Airtel bill at North Sector Mall, Rohini, Airtel Office kiosk. I had decided to walk, so I walked and weaved my way through the chaotic bumper to bumper traffic that has become the norm everyday, even on our main road, not just on the Gurgaon-Delhi roads. I dodged two wheelers, loudly honking cars and scurrying pedestrians on the pavements and off on the road.
By the time I reached and crossed the crowded Madhuban Chowk and the Rohini Fire Station and beyond I was tired out, so I hired a cycle rickshaw. A nimble old man which made me feel guilty as he wove his way through the traffic with me as his passenger. He demanded Rs. 30 for less than a Kilometre, which I felt was less than he deserved in such a world. I paid the Airtel bill at the swank office and returned on the same fellow's rickshaw. I asked him if he was upto it since he was so much older than me. He replied,"Oh Son, don't feel guilty, it's my job." I just felt he was God-sent, if not God Himself.
By the time we reached back to Madhuban Chowk through the again bumper to bumper traffic and cars moving at no more than a pedestrian's pace and the rickshaw's pace, and a smart driver driving his bus over the pavement in order to get ahead of everyone, I realised it was pointless waiting for the traffic to move. I could walk faster. So I got down at Madhuban Chowk, paid him again Rs. 30 as he demanded, making me feel guilty again, I had just Rs.30 change left in my pocket, so I felt releaved.
I crossed the chaotic junction, again wove my way through the blaring honking cars and weaving two wheelers and scurrying pedestrians and reached my apartment building.
I entered the gate and was shocked !!! ... by the change, visual and mental that my society bore. It was an absolutely serene, peaceful, verdantly green and lushious, soberly coloured but happily coloured home, orderly and quiet within the wall of the society.
We Ashianites, all of us, ought to be grateful, genuinely grateful for what we have in our home here, the serene environment, the ordered parking, the wide open spaces, the close knit community (which is undermined by our petty squabbles), and a committee today that is doing it's best and an exemplary job it is, (just as the previous committee did to it's best ability), to maintain our home Ashiana.
We all need to cooperate wholeheartedly with it to maintain peace and harmony in this ever changing chaotic world outside where survival is just going to get tougher notwithstanding the technological goodies that come out of it.
Our founders did an exemplary job and so did every committee that came after, to the best of their ability.
If nothing else, at the least a genuine expression of appreciation for the time and energy spent by the committee out of their schedules, to keep our home as liveable as physically and mentally possible is called for.
Not an appreciation as the master of deceit - Shakuni said about Krishna, "Let Him be God. ... So what ? ... I don't like Him. And what one doesn't like, one must praise." As Sadhguru said, "That's deceit."
You are doing a good job, Present Committee. A genuine Thank You to You !
By the time I reached and crossed the crowded Madhuban Chowk and the Rohini Fire Station and beyond I was tired out, so I hired a cycle rickshaw. A nimble old man which made me feel guilty as he wove his way through the traffic with me as his passenger. He demanded Rs. 30 for less than a Kilometre, which I felt was less than he deserved in such a world. I paid the Airtel bill at the swank office and returned on the same fellow's rickshaw. I asked him if he was upto it since he was so much older than me. He replied,"Oh Son, don't feel guilty, it's my job." I just felt he was God-sent, if not God Himself.
By the time we reached back to Madhuban Chowk through the again bumper to bumper traffic and cars moving at no more than a pedestrian's pace and the rickshaw's pace, and a smart driver driving his bus over the pavement in order to get ahead of everyone, I realised it was pointless waiting for the traffic to move. I could walk faster. So I got down at Madhuban Chowk, paid him again Rs. 30 as he demanded, making me feel guilty again, I had just Rs.30 change left in my pocket, so I felt releaved.
I crossed the chaotic junction, again wove my way through the blaring honking cars and weaving two wheelers and scurrying pedestrians and reached my apartment building.
I entered the gate and was shocked !!! ... by the change, visual and mental that my society bore. It was an absolutely serene, peaceful, verdantly green and lushious, soberly coloured but happily coloured home, orderly and quiet within the wall of the society.
We Ashianites, all of us, ought to be grateful, genuinely grateful for what we have in our home here, the serene environment, the ordered parking, the wide open spaces, the close knit community (which is undermined by our petty squabbles), and a committee today that is doing it's best and an exemplary job it is, (just as the previous committee did to it's best ability), to maintain our home Ashiana.
We all need to cooperate wholeheartedly with it to maintain peace and harmony in this ever changing chaotic world outside where survival is just going to get tougher notwithstanding the technological goodies that come out of it.
Our founders did an exemplary job and so did every committee that came after, to the best of their ability.
If nothing else, at the least a genuine expression of appreciation for the time and energy spent by the committee out of their schedules, to keep our home as liveable as physically and mentally possible is called for.
Not an appreciation as the master of deceit - Shakuni said about Krishna, "Let Him be God. ... So what ? ... I don't like Him. And what one doesn't like, one must praise." As Sadhguru said, "That's deceit."
You are doing a good job, Present Committee. A genuine Thank You to You !
