Can you face me again in your life?

Just like many people, I too have come across several people in various walks of my life. There were some who sought some assistance from me. In my own humble way, I did whatever I could in situations of dire need. There were occasions when I didn't even blink once before extending help. It could be lending money, guiding them in their studies, praying for their well being and being there for their psychological support....nothing extraordinary! 

During those moments, I did not think as if I was doing any great thing. As an acquaintance, I thought it was my basic duty to be of some help to another human being. Every time I did some help to someone I derived great sense of inner joy. 

But I am amazed to see how some of those people change colors as chameleons. Forget about gratitude for the help they received; they do not even consider it as any help at  all. Instead they consider it as their right to get assistance. I treated them with kid gloves and they hit me in my chest....

They choose to move as far away from me as possible and avoid. They unfriended me on Facebook; they change their mobile numbers...they move on and I stay on! 

I wonder why should they need to run away from me....is it because they consider me as a nuisance, or do they feel obligated towards me or do they suffer from guilt every time they come in contact with me? 


Whatever might be the reason, they have lost the courage to look into my eyes and speak...for this life time! If they have killed their guilt means they killed their conscience...

What are you without your conscience? 

Help and move on....don't look back!

• Do you recall how it felt when you helped an old woman with heavy luggage at a railway station or airport? 
• How was the feeling when you stood up and offered your seat in a bus to a lady with kids? 
• Do you remember those scores of students who surrounded with questions and sought your advice after your talk? How did it feel when you answered all those? 
• How was the feeling of extending a hand to the person who fell off from a bike?
• What was the experience when you went to nearby old age home and served them with food? 

As I recall, every such moment added a fresh meaning to my existence. I experienced pure joy of doing my bit to help others...

There was not even a momentary expectation of any returns from them. The joy diminishes and the grief starts only when you know them, and therefore expect a favor, gratitude etc. It hurts badly when you extend help to known people (and thereby expecting a sense of reverence or gratitude) and they do not acknowledge! 

The beauty lies in doing your bit ...not even thinking what they will do in return! 

Choose those people who are 'no body', offer your help and simply walk away!