This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
"A funny thing happened on my way to the book store last
Sunday. And it got me thinking. About manners. Simple courtesies. Basic
etiquette. A code of conduct.
Do we even have a code of conduct? A sense of what is polite
and what is outright rude? The definition of good behavior?
I encounter people who make me question my belief in good
behavior while I’m out – walking on the street, buying groceries, standing in
long queues, travelling in the bus, crossing a heavily congested road. People
who are the connoisseurs of pushing and shoving others for no reason. I’m
sorry. Is pushing and shoving or being mean to people an activity that requires
a reason? I think not. These so-called ‘busy bodies’ have got all the world’s
work and burdens loaded on their shoulders. Poor souls. They think that being
impolite is justified and is a byproduct of their demanding and hectic lifestyle.
They don’t wait to think that the person on the other side is, like them, a victim
of challenging times. And just like that empathy goes down the drain.
But there she was! The one who would refute my crumbling
belief in the existence good manners. All of 60, draped in a cotton sari, a
tiny clutch (not the designer kind but the old school purses I saw my Mom carry
ages ago) wedged beneath her arms, and she was making her way just like the
rest of the harrowed people on the street. Our paths crossed carelessly. I was
looking ahead towards the bookstore with pulsing excitement and she probably
had pressing family concerns on her mind when it happened.
She stepped on my toe.
I winced and looked up.
Her reaction to the ‘incident’ shook me. From the inside. It
astonished me.
She bent down and started touching my feet, not with
reverence, but with sincere atonement. As if I were her child who came home one
day hurt with a gash on my foot and it was her onus as a mother to heal it. To
make it go away.
She looked up at me with earnest apology radiating from her
eyes as she uttered those two words.
“Sorry dikra.”
Endearing. Appealing. Powerful.
I pulled myself out of the emotional limbo her actions had
plunged me in. I realized that she was at my feet and immediately bent down wrapping
my hands around her arms as I persuaded her to stand up. She did.
I said something about how it was alright and that she didn’t
have to do that.
It doesn’t matter what I said.
It mattered what she did.
It resounded.
A buzzing sound reeled in my ears as she left, a smile lighting
up her wrinkled countenance."
The above incident which I narrate is true and actually took place a few years ago. I still remember her whenever I come across people who
are too ill-mannered to ever notice the other’s feelings or state of mind. There
may be some for whom this isn’t a big deal.
‘You come across
imbeciles like that every other day, so what?’
At the risk of sounding preachy I would say that it is this
attitude that makes it ‘OKAY’ for others to be disrespectful towards us. Just
because we’re strangers. Because we don’t know each other. Because it is a passing
incident. Because we will forget about it the next day.
She didn’t know me
either. I was no one to her particular. But she stopped in her tracks to apologize.
Even though she was older than me, wiser than me, she knew better than to stoop
down to a stranger’s feet.
It’s amazing how a few seconds can influence you in different
ways.
It’s funny how strangers can compel you to think.