The Joy of Giving
The Joy of Giving4 mins 117 4 mins 117
Giving is a great virtue of human. But man uses this quality to show his greatness. If there's no complacency in the donation, it is completely useless. If you have ever felt the joy of Giving, you will always be tempted to donate for the rest of the life. God sure helps and honours us if we once helps the needy. It's not about any lines of books or any philosophy of any greatest man or philosopher, it's about my life's small unforgettable experience. Which I want to share with you all.
Speaking of 2008, I was in college at that time. my college is 23km far away from my village. so I lived with my friends in a rented house at hometown. Every Saturday after class we went to home and stay for a day. Then came back to the hometown on Monday. We brought groceries, veges and pocket money for the week while returning from home.
That was Friday, 22nd August 2008. It wsa raining heavily. Due to Janmastami, the college would closed on 23rd. so we all decided to go home in the morning of 23rd. There was a lack food. We talked about to adjust that for one day then we would go back to home. When I returned from college in the rain I saw Janaki my friend was boiling water for cooking rice on stove. At that time a very weak oldman came and asked for some food. As it was raining I told him to get up on the porch. I asked him if there was anyone in his house. Tears welled up in my eyes when he answered.
He said he was a rich man and had only son. After his sons marriage his son kicked out of the house to him and her wife. They were in the veranda and under trees of their backyard. His wife got ill. He was admitted her in hospital at their village. His wife got serious so the doctor referred them to town hospital. Then said the oldman she is well now. I sits down her at the temple courtyard. But she is much weak yet and I have nothing to feed her. That's why I am here to begging some food. please give me some food for her. After heard all I thought how much he loved his wife. But look our generation got excited for marriage and also eager to separate for the tiny problems.
I rushed to the room and got all food. and gave him. I left my bus fare only and gave him all money I had. He touched my head and blessed me.
There is not the ending of my story. . it's the only climax. Because the story is begin now. . . .
After the oldman left us my room mates were angry with me. They scolded me because they were starving. Then we went our home after some time.
At that mid night a religious riot was happening. Some bad guys killed Swami Laxmanananda saraswati and his followers very unkindly while celebrating Janmastami at his Ashram at Tumudibandh. .
On 23rd morning the religious riot converted into a tiny war between Hindu and Christian community. Many christian families kicked out of their houses. People gone mad and burnt the houses and churches. They killed and raped the poor ladies and nuns of churches. Overall it was very bloody and hairy incident. whenever I think about it my hair tank rises. A curfew was imposed to control the situation. Such the curfew remained in forced upto six months. The general public harassed for too much. Schools, colleges and public places remained closed like this corona shut down. If any one got out from house he was imprisoned with a baton. At that horrible situation we were at our home safely and remembered that oldman. I thanked to him and god in my prayers. If he had not came, we wouldn't have been able to go back to our homes. We would have been trapped in that horrible situation. We would have died of starvation or would have faced any bad guys attacks. For giving our one time meal we were saved.
After six month, the situation improved and the school, colleges reopened as before. When my friends met me they thanked me for that small donation. Some days later that oldman came again while I was not at room. My friends offered him foods and money but he denied. And left a message- My dear daughter. . I would be happy to take anything if you would give me. , my son took us home. Thanks for that help to us. . Bless you.
That day I saw a honour from my friends and felt the "JOY OF GIVING". . . .