The philanthropist

The sun was pouring in the midst of the intervened leaves of the huge banyan tree. The scorching sun rays were striking against his tanned skin. He had a lean figure with a suave face. He was handling his small stall of the world’s best lemonade. His wife, a woman in her forties was a stark contrast to how her husband looked, she was bulky and huge. She was making masala chai (tea) at the other corner of the stall. It was that time of the day when the sun is at it’s peak and keeps the liberty of burning the pedestrian’s skin severely. I was sitting on one of the crooked benches they had put in front of the stall under the shade of the tree.
Sipping my lemonade and contemplating upon what had left me infuriated some time ago, my train of thoughts was disrupted by the wind that blew over and left a cooling sensation on my body, I was sweating profusely. As I sat there, I observed the destitute couple who were devoid of any possible comfort of this world but sported a smile on their face. That man was teasing his wife. His wife liked the innocent teasing and smiled slyly. I was forced to admit the fact they were happier than anybody I can possibly recall.
This alluded to almost all the destitute sellers I knew. Right outside where I live, there is a small market comprising a vegetable seller, a tailor, an ice cream seller and a cobbler. All these people sit beside the road and earn their living. They endure the coldest days to the hottest and most humid days of the year. Yet if you are having a bad day and you go to one of them to purchase something even for 2 bucks, they greet you with not just a smile, but with enquiries about your home and your family. They are always concerned for the people around them. At the time of the day when the traffic is slow, they play the radio, I hear the sounds in my room and those songs are ancient but melodious. The vegetable seller always slips in some extra green chilies as a freebie, the tailor always comes and delivers the clothes at your doorstep the moment they are ready so that you don’t have to bear the pain of going to them. Their small acts of kindness are priceless.
These people have the minimal amount to eat, the minimum number of clothes to protect themselves and not even the comfort of a cozy bed to sleep at night. Even then they are happy and content in life. They enjoy the simple things in life and don’t run after things that are not theirs. I on a personal level feel that we all are running in a materialistic race where the winner is always the one with the most goods and comforts of life. The fire to have more than the person living next to you is such that sometimes we forget who we are and what are we actually fighting for, is it that big car or the posh bungalow on the next street or just the mad rush to get the next big thing. Living a purpose driven life is amazing, but if you lose the central idea behind that life then trust me your life is heading towards an aimless gamble.
I was 18 when my mother told me to do, as a gamble I pursued it. Today I can say I am not happy. The mistake I committed 3 years back of not deciding the goal of my life and not living a purpose driven life has costed me 4 years of my life.  So don’t commit the mistake i have committed, be aware of what you are searching for and what can make you feel ‘complete’. Acquiring the best of things can satisfy for a transitory phase of your life. Think beyond today and beyond the materialistic world that is holding you down.
Right now I have a clear mind and I feel blissful. I have an aim to live with the minimum possible comforts. I don’t sleep in an air-conditioned room, I speak the minimum possible on the phone and I try to make every minute productive because after witnessing the lives of the unprivileged people of my society, I have now understood one thing, that the lesser you have, but sufficient, the happier you are. Filthy rich people are not happy, they are not content with their lives. There is a void in their lives that no amount of money can ever fill.
I have decided to donate a part of my income (that is whenever I start earning) to the underprivileged section of the society, it makes me feel human.Be a philanthropist and amaze people around you by your generosity and drive to live a simple yet fulfilling life. So now I have just one motive in life and that is to be known as ‘ the philanthropist’ who is virtuous and peppy.
I leave with a  quote –
“In a world where there is so much to be done, I felt strongly impressed that there must be something for me to do”
~Dorothea Dix (Social Reformer, 1802-1887)


26 thoughts on “The philanthropist

  1. No time is wasted. No experience, good, bad or otherwise is wasted. 🙂 Be grateful for your opportunities, because God has made them possible, given them to you as a gift- in hopes that you will use what you have been blessed with to bless the lives of others. Be careful not to turn them away. Thanks for sharing.

    • hi!
      thank you so much for enlightening me with your thoughts, i am glad i had thew opportunity to know your thoughts!
      thanks for liking my work!

  2. Love this Post!! Thank you for sharing those insightful healing words of wisdom. O, happy day!!

    My daughter told me she didn’t want to be rich. Rich must be boring. She lives with her mother in the city. High class people afford massages, new car, job security (nogotionable). Us lower class folk give on another massages (couples massage). We can’t afford the oil( gasoline) so we ride our bicycles. We are fortunate to own our own home, so we work from home. We are raising up the future. Our 2 yr. old needs his people.

    • hi!
      I am sure there is a different feeling in the small things of life. It’s amazingly fulfilling!
      thank you so much for sharing your story with me, i am gad i had a chance to peep into your life!


  3. It’s in both our cultures to do as we’re told by our parents..
    However, mine sort of let go of that hold and I got the opportunity to decide what I wanted to do..

    It is true what you say about the rich..
    Also, MOST rich people suck at being human too..

  4. This was really inspiring. Thank you for sharing your journey. As someone who has wasted 4 years in university studying stuff I didn’t want to, and then another 3 years in law school being absolutely miserable with my path, it’s nice to hear that other people have gone through similar trials and are working through it one step at a time. Good luck.

  5. I absolutely agree, everything has to start from within ourselves. the rest will follow. this will lead to a better world.
    thanks for sharing your thoughts!

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