Human Being..... Being Human ??

Good people still exist today. Not just for the heck of it I say, but with experience. One day, actually one night after a tiresome cumbersome double shift at work, I am all rushing gushing towards the tram stop praying all my way that the tram arrives after my arrival. Not that it was the last tram of the day but I would have to wait for the next and last tram for the night alone. I wanted to rush home, get rid of my uniform smelling of sandwiches...anyone could say I work in a sandwich store because of my uniformly sandwich perfumed uniform! Its a funky vibrant green colored tee though!! I wouldn't have worn a cap though at that part of the night.. I would have, no one bothers what fashion is or isn't here. You wear it and its a fashion....This reminds me of Seinfeld's episode where in Elane or George eats snickers or some chocolate bar with a knife and everyone in the city starts eating a chocolate bar with a knife and a fork. Ok ok, now I am just going off track and missing the essence of what I desired to write... I know my written skills aren't that great but when I wish to write can't stop it anyways, whether it is good or bad!! I board the tram, all tired with my eyes yearning for sleep, shutting down, I take an evening popular newspaper and start reading it and also looking for my stop as if looking out and restlessness would make me reach earlier to my stop! My constant effort of not falling asleep as the repercussions would be not more than missing my stop at that late hour and ending myself some tram stop heading towards the city. And not get the train/tram back to my place. So, with an honest attempt to not try this wonderful adventure, I try to be awake, look at the old couple sitting behind, a desi guy with his hair shining because of his highlights( I still remember the funny hairstyle vaguely :)), an Aussie girl talking on phone as though her voice couldn't be heard at the other end and some other jerks my be, whom I did not even bother to look at. There the stop is, stop no 26, happily I collect all my stuff n get down, say thanks to the driver, just being courteous enough here :) and running again not to miss the signal for pedestrians, I run across the road(why do we humans keep always running behind something or the other?) Too many things in my hand, I reach home and see the lights on in the kitchen area, oh yes, what a sigh of relief, some one can open the door for me, I don't have to toggle between stuff in my bag.... I get the door open with food smelling, again a relief that I don't have to cook.....N yes, I take shower, have dinner n try to catch up with my sweet roomie with the day's hum drums. Now, the time to turn off the lights, lock the door and take my stuff up. Only then did I realise that my bag is missing, a safe guess I made that it must be a prank by my roomie, but unfortunately it wasn't true. The adventure starts with the bag hunt, all unsuccessful......cursing myself all along why did I not take care of the bag... Honestly, was I not taking care that I don't fall asleep, was I not trying to be awake and save myself from another tiresome roller coaster adventure of travelling in the tram?? Where could my bag go? (as though it could run away because it did not like my company! Only a little animation imagination here!) My house did not contain the bag neither did some one flick my bag. Alright, its gone astray! Flummoxed totally, I end up calling the tram services but to no avail, quite obvious that it wouldn't be a customer service rep ready to take my call, I get the automated message very politely asking me to call back at 6am the next morning. I don't sleep the whole night, waiting for the clock to strike 6am.The concerned person will only be available at 9am, I get to hear this at 6am. Not much can I do now and my eyes just shutting for some rest they needed, some sleep I guess. Yes I innocently guess! The person in charge tells me that there was no bag found! Only tensed, no chemicals flowing in my brain now. Oh meanwhile, I did block one of my cards the previous night. Only realising that I did not block the other one. I just call up the other card and get it blocked. I was told that this card has already been blocked. Now, I wonder how. But in the interim, I call up my parents and just trying to share my frustration with them that I lost everything that was there in the bag with all my ids, did not have cash though!! Parents are always nice and I get encouragement just not be so tensed and things can be done again and its not an irreparable loss after all!! Its always possible to get back my ids.... I hang up with some relief, its not a big loss after all!! Coming back to the card that was blocked!! How do I unravel this mystery now? I call up the bank and realise that some one has blocked it! I already start praising that nice person for being so kindest of all to me on this planet! I contact my Uni, asking them if any one is looking for me, please give them my number so that he/she can reach me! A couple of minutes, I get a quick response that my person has been found and please contact this person! All my smiles are getting back to me!! I call this person and get to know how I just forgot to pick up my bag in the tram while leaving! He was just enough to return it to me!! Yes, people are so mean to you, they know you and are still mean to you. People are nice to you, they know you and are still nice to you. What touched me the most is that this person without knowing who I was so good, so kind and so nice to help me out! Why can't people be nice to you in spite of knowing you? Is it this difficult to efface the unkindness with our selves???? I met him, thanked him from the bottom of my heart and will always remember that this person has taught me to be nice and extend help to who ever I could. He gave me my smiles back and saved me from the plight of redoing the whole procedure of getting my ids back to me! I owe him big time I would say. Now, I always say let that person be always happy where ever he is and let him be successful in what ever he does in any part of his life!!

So, human beings we all are, but being human is what this incident has taught me!