Human Behavior

ruchi bhatt
In my teen age, I used to be like every other girl, changing nail paints to match my dress, bunking classes to catch a latest Movie, faking friend's Birthday for late nights and spending hours in a parlor to look like a real hottie.

Also shopping down through all my pocket money and still have nothing good to wear on parties....

And ONE NIGHT changed it all......................

There was this discotheque cum Bar at the 36, Milestone, Gurgaon, where we hotties used to leave house for late at night. We used to leave home wearing just a pair of Jeans and T-shirt (but an item dress inside...I tell you...!)

(You can't change dress on the way right! And I was not allowed to wear such dresses by my family...so it was the best way out! Remove your jeans and shirt and join the party with the item- dress (door bitch will be impressed!) and wear it again over this dress to be safe at home...simple...)

After having a good time (I was a little high with Vodka), I came out of that place with my friends and I saw a five year old girl standing outside. Wearing a white glittery lace frock and a white lace ribbon in her hair, she was looking so cute.....!

(As I have an inclination for kids, I walked towards her... (No wonders, my dad calls my room "an Archies Gallery")...

HI! I said squatting in front of her....

(she was a blonde and her pink tongue would come out every now and then to lick her ice-cream).

Hello! She said and smiled!

[{(*we dentists can tell age looking at the patient's teeth, really...)}]

And she held my hand and said, I want to talk to you.

I turned towards her in surprise and smiled......About?-I asked.

As I was about to ask her the topic, my friend Mita came out to say, Hey! You, watch that Bitch in that hip hugging lingerie look alike dress!! And, the way she is clinging to guys....bitch!!

You call that girl a bitch only because you are wearing a dress...a little more till your knees....the girl with the ice- cream said!!

I looked at her again in surprise.......

Ok! Leave that, what stone are you wearing mam- she asked?

H...h...hm...Oh! This is a very precious stone! A Diamond! - I said.

How can a white stone be precious! Is it more precious than my sandals, she said pointing towards her red strap sandals......

Ha ha...ha...I laughed and I kissed her for her innocence....

She continued," mam, how much you earn from this precious stone, everyday?? How many bucks??

Now! That was again cute!

Nothing! I said. People make bucks out of it when I pay them to protect this stone from getting stolen. That is my watchman Bahadur and two dogs ROCKSY and RUSTAM. - I added!

Hi...hi... she smiled and said.....how stupid! Something that is expensive to buy or even difficult to be purchased, doesn't makes it precious....at all!, Mam!

What? - I said in astonishment.

(Now, this is not the sense you expect from a five year old kid!!)

Ya! Do you have a Car! - She added.

Yes! - I said!

Ok! Can you drop me home! - She asked?

Sure! - I said!

(such a cute baby asking for a lift- who can say 'NO', and now I was impressed so much with her sensibility, that I really wanted to shake hands with her fortunate parents!)

Fine! - She said as she jumped in my car on the seat adjacent to me...

{I started driving my car...zzzzzzz...00000...ooooom.............}

Close to one small hut, she asked me to stop the car...

I held her hands in mine as she knocked at the door, the area was full of slum clusters.....A woman came out to open the door. By her Gait, I was able to judge that she was blind!

She asked me to squat as there was nothing to sit on... ,Inside that hut.

The baby doll with her ice-cream now finished...looked at me and whispered in my ears,

"They have the most precious stone, you would have never seen".

And I sucked my lips and raised my eyebrows in appreciation!

She took me inside and there I saw a "Grinding Stone", mounted to make a grinding wheel...

Pointing towards it she said, "You wasted a lot of money on the useless stone you call "precious" and that stone earns you nothing but is forcing you to shell out more for its look-after, everyday.

But this stone, gives a family of four, All blinds food and a living.

WHICH STONE YOU NOW THINK IS PRECIOUS? - She looked at me!

I closed my eyes for a second and when I opened my eyes, my friend was shaking me, saying "its 11 pm now, my mother will screw my happiness, lets Drive Home now"........................................

Hummmmmmmm.........I said and looked here and there for the girl but she was no- where...........

We reached home and whatever was the GIST of all the things and actions I thought about and pondered over all night with my Bed making fun of my breaking back, I am writing here for you in short.........

There is a task for every soul in this world which is there in the box called "Inner - Conscience" inside our Heart. (Like clue in the Amazing Race Asia.)

Whatever comes in path of our Inner- Conscience is bad for us and whatever doesn't is fair. And that is how we feel for an act respectively.

There is no job or action like GOOD or BAD, Fair or Povert, Everything is relative to each of us.

For us all, Our Ideals are different, So If nothing is ideal or Universal, everything is relative. Whatever I find bad, may be good for you or vice- versa.

So, there is no winner and no looser...- It's all HUMAN!

I would welcome all of you to accept that we are all humans with flaws, not to blame each other.

Today, I have taken the responsibility of food and schooling for six children as since now my pocket money allows only this much...

That's how I fed my 'Inner- Conscience'.

And I would tell you an interesting fact about the children I am looking after.................

Guess .........

They're all like me, .Bunking classes for Movies most of the times.............................

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....cute!! Isn't it?

Published by ruchi bhatt

i am a dentist, a classical dancer and a published writer from India.   View profile

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