Flowers and Smiles

Aloha colorful sprinkles!

Super compelled to write tonight.Why? Well, read on, darling!

So I had a shitty day in office today. Oh you know, typical workplace sharks. Tough task given by the boss. Homesickness creeping in. AND my crush is leaving the company (but that really isn't all that important).Yes, I was Little Miss Grumpy all day.

So, after wrapping up for the day (read: after snapping at a colleague), I headed over to my bus to brood for around TWO hours till I reached home.

Fast forward to me getting off the bus. Now, my home is roughly a 5-6 minute walk from the main road. Usually it's a brisk walk but today I was simply dragging my feet. And viola, a little kid starts pulling my kurti. Now Little Miss  Grumpy wanted nothing but to push the kid away but the kid opened his mouth and said, "Akka! Buy pretty flower".

I don't know what was it that made me stop. Either it was the fact that the kid called me 'Akka', which means elder sister in this part of the world (I have a soft spot for kids calling me their elder sister) OR it was the fact that a small kid conversed with me in broken English (again, in this part of the world MOST of the people speak their native language) OR maybe it was both!

Well anyway, I looked at the kid and call me crazy, but the kid wasn't that great looking; He was shabby, half my height (I'm 5'2" by the way), holding a bunch of mogras BUT he had the most twinkling eyes I've seen in a LONG time!

So Little Miss Grumpy snaps at the kid. "No! I don't want pretty flowers"

Kid: Akka! Only 14 Rupees akka!

Little Miss Grumpy: No! I don't want! Go!

Kid: Akka Please!

Ok! So my heart melted, alright? I stopped and I asked, "So I buy two flower, how much?" Kid replies almost instantly with the glint in his eyes, "28 Rupees".

"And if I buy 1 flower and half flower?"

"21 Rupees", he beams.

Now this whole I-wanna-test-your-maths-skills game made Little Miss Grumpy smile after a rough day. We started walking again and I asked the kid, "Maths is your favourite subject? Which class?"

"I study in 1-B"

"I studied in 1-G", I say

"So you buy flower?", the kid asks impatiently.

"Yes ok I buy flower. Give two. I give 26, correct?"

"Noooo", croons the kid, "28 Rupees".

We reach my home and we exchanges items and I tell the kid "Go home! Do Maths. Homework. Don't sell".

And he smiles back at me and innocently replies, "Amma (mother) not well. I sell".

A knot forms in my throat. Here I am, brooding because I had a shitty day and this twinkly-eyed smart kid sells flowers because his mom is unwell. The entire journey I thought a 22 year old girl walked home with a 6 year old. Turns out the little kid is a MUCH older person than me, emotionally at least.

The kid smiled at me, turned around and started walking. I really don't know what hit me but something definitely did. I shouted out, "Oi kid. WAIT!". The kid spins around and looks at me puzzled.

I pull out a fancy yellow colored note from my purse and place it in his pocket. The kid is obviously horrified at  seeing the three digit Gandhi-imprinted note being placed in his pocket. I look at him and say sternly, "You give that to Amma. And study maths properly. I fail in my exam."

The kid studies me for a minute and says, "I study Akka. I no fail. I give money to Amma".

Ashamed and feeling incredibly small, I watched as the kid spun around and walked away.

No. I didn't ask his name. Did I give the kid a little too much? That's really off the point. Did the kid make a fool out of me? Who cares? MY money. I can blow it all off in gambling, for all I care.

I probably won't see him again, but I'll be dammed if I EVER forget the kid. He sure has a lot on his plate for a 6 year old. Mom unwell. Selling flowers. Excelling at maths. And yet, his eyes twinkled. Yet, he was happy.

That's what I want, I thought, after scurrying home. My eyes twinkling with happiness in good times and bad. Who knows? I may bring a difference to someone else's life. ^_^

And now, you know why I was compelled to write tonight.

Crashing now, dear world. Have to brave another day at the office tomorrow.

Until next time, keep twinkling! Adios amigos!

Changing colors like a chameleon

Hello cherry pies!

Yes forgive me for not having posted in a VERY LONG time. To tell you the truth, I had nearly forgotten about this blog *shameful gaze*. But, bless the Lord, for having given me friends who love reading what ever I write and reminding me that Midnight Façade exists.

Now, my life has turned topsy-turvey since the last time I blogged. Firstly, I got transferred at work. Damn the workplace policies *rolls eyes*. So new place. New people. Heart had to be mended (never mind that). And I wasn't in the pink of health either.

So, after fixing myself and FINALLY getting used to this place, I decided it's high time I stared at my laptop, wear my PINK geeky spectacles and wrote something.

I'm sure some of you are wondering why the odd title.

Lately I've been seeing a LOT of people who are WAY TOO nice to people, who don't really deserve that much attention. Yes, I know, none of my business and you can take my word, I don't put my nose in it. I just sit, observe, stalk and judge. Teehee. It's just that I feel bad for the nice person. He/She doesn't know what they're bringing upon themselves.

So what happens when you are too nice to people? They take advantage of you. Don't get me wrong. I'm not whining or anything here. I have seen it. Not only for myself but others too. I'm sure you have too. Don't lie, you sneaky little thing, you know you start expecting too much out of the nice person.

Of course, there are the valiant selfless people who work out things for you no matter what. Personally, I don't like it. I really think there has to be a limit.

Now, a person like me (I'm an extrovert FYI, except when it comes to talking to my crush. I turn mute then! *facepalm*), I am nice by default with all. Extra-nice with people I really like and people I don't like, well, lets not get there because ignorance is really bliss. I would probably just ignore you and wouldn't even care how you felt.

So why the categorisation? Whoosh! Story time, huh? Naaaah. I like telling stories with a happy ending. Now, all of you are smart people out there. You can join the dots, I'm sure. I was too nice once upon a time. And then, people just started expecting too much, too soon, too often. Probably, a nerve exploded in my brain and I shouted...

Ok, so I went through sh*t before the realisation struck me. But, better late than never, right?

It's not about doing something for someone that is wrong. What's wrong is when the other party doesn't give you back even quarter of what you do for them. Worse: when they don't even appreciate your effort!
Now, I know what you'll say. "You must do things unconditionally for someone. Never expect anything back.. Yada yada yada.. Blah Blah."

Yes, well, this ain't charity honey! This is your life. If someone does something nice for you, you'd appreciate it right? Well then, why can't people AT LEAST appreciate what you do for them? Make an effort to GENUINELY give back, however small. A smile. A hug. A thank you.

Trust me. Some people don't even do that. It takes all kinds to make this world, eh?

It's the little things that matter in life. ^_^

And that's how it is now. I change colors.

You nice. I nice.
You bad. I bad.
You extra-nice. Hallelujah! Welcome to my extra-sweet world.

And so ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, PLEASE don't be an idiot. Learn to moderate how much you give to the other person. If someone doesn't treat you well, put a stone on your heart and do the right thing.

YOU ARE NOBODY's DOORMAT

Don't know what is right or what is wrong? Grab one of your closest friends and ask him/her for his/her opinion. Don't have a bestie? Oh well, you're in sh*t.

But then again, you have me. TADA. I will gladly offer you some expert advice. (~_^)

Time to binge on some potato chips and watch a good movie. Tell me what you think. Leave a comment below. Share this post. Your wish!
Until then, adios amigos! Thanks for reading!