I recently came across this video from the Facebook Updates and it really kept me thinking for a while. A single human being who finds it no demeaning or displeasure in helping one and all who are alone, isolated in the world, kept away from their own family members. This Man is truly an Angel of God, or whatever you may call this spirit to be!
Today, I came across one such human who felt that his acts could change the world. they sure changed mine and I would not mind sharing it at all, for it surely is worth a read:
I got a chance to meet one person today who was perceived by his own family as a nuisance and was trying to support himself by selling manuscripts. Walking in the Odd heat of Bengaluru during the early afternoon hours trying to give each household a 2 page copy of how to live with peace and happiness, this man had the stubbornness to spread the awareness of which all us only talk and write but never stand up to work on it in action. The Manuscript or a page of two sides having been written with his thoughts surely sent a clear message of forgiving and forgetting and thanking the Almighty (a Force of the universe in my case 
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He was soaked in Sweat and with a red forehead when he rang my bell. Irritated by the constant hawkers and consistent money launderers at the door, I was hesitant to open the door. But I am glad as I write this memoir today, that it was one of the best times of my life when I heard this man out.
To start with, Maslam Amir started talking in pure Kannad for almost a minute before I could observe that he was simply asking me to listen to him and nothing else. He had so much to say and I had nothing but to listen to him about the truth of existence.
This may sound a bit of gibberish to the readers here when they ever read this, since my follower list is currently not at all as much it is for all the insane writers who want to write about themselves all the time.
To start with, he began telling me about what he used to do and what he does today for a living. A Man with Two Sons and a Daughter, he had merely a support from his wife, with whom he lives a little away from my house. He did everything, from a Mill Worker to a construction worker – he had been in it all and knew what a hardcore Physical working Life meant for him. When the 65 years old started telling of the toughs and thins he has been through, while at the same time, panting and heavily breathing, I could not help myself but ask him to stop and enter the house and have a little water to begin with. A little Fan and shade of the house would do good to anyone and he was no exception. When he had sat down and was comfortable, he started with his narrative and gave me the 2 page sheets which I read as he talked and talked.
A human with such a modesty is rare and he mentioned about his religion and other things which are merely a joke in today’s conversation for the normal people while they are an act of war at the borders of the nations. It was a feeling that catches a rare of the today’s generation which explains why we have so many people trying to make the world a better place and dying in vain trying to reach the masses. I was lucky to be a part of that man’s presence in my house and the things he mentioned.
While I did note that he was bald and was not even wearing anything to cover his thick skull, when I offered him a cap to continue his good work on and on, he refused but acknowledged the fact that I was not being ignorant. At the same time, his expectations to gain something out from me was least; this came out as a fact when he rose simply after drinking water and decided to leave once he was good and relaxed. I asked him to stay a little while, and asked as to how could I help him in his endeavor for such a fabulous thing that he was doing. His only concern was the continued efforts to print his manuscripts and the expansion of the pages to write more about the things he felt could possibly do good to humanity.
I don’t wish to mention my humility in donating money but I always wanted to be a part of the good side of the world and this was a moment. What could I do ? – was my thought. Without thinking second time, I rushed in and gave him a comfort hug and told him to stay a while longer and counted the emoluments I needed to give him to make myself content at the thought of a real help which would otherwise simply be overstated.
I cannot simply mention in a overstated words as to what could happen next – he saw the money and simply wept. And I of all could only stand there holding his hand asking him to not consider this as a simple donation but as being taken from his own son. With his face enlightened again as a man of dignity and honor, gave me more than a reason to be happy and contented of what I had done today. He mentioned of sending me manuscripts at my address at all times for the next 5 years and more for free of cost, seeing the amount that I had asked him to take from me. I could not bear the fact at that moment that I was leaving Bengaluru, but I made it a point to make him realize that he could always think of me as a son and always keep in touch via cell or mail whenever he felt that he needed support.
Conclusively, when he left my house, there was a man who had entered tired of the day going to houses spreading happiness awareness and out came a man with happiness himself and the other man with satisfaction of mind and happiness as well.
For the reference of my readers, I am attaching the Sheet which he gave me and a lot more of awareness and a feeling of belonging that should be imminent for all in this world.
The Jews always say that there are 36 righteous men in the world at a given point in time, and I am sure this was one of Talmadvavnik, that I had the gift of meeting today.
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