WHEN WE MEAN 'IT MEANS A LOT TO ME'
Pic.: Pranav Datta“SOMEONE
LIKE YOU
IS WAY TOO
SPECIAL FOR
JUST A
BIRTHDAY
MUG…”
This
is what is inscribed on the mug a dear student of mine had gifted to me years
ago. It rests on my bookshelf, holding my pens, pencils and marker pens… Inside the mug the message goes on to
complete:
“SO YOU CAN KEEP
THE BOX TOO.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY.”
The other
day, when this student – who now is married and works in a bank – had come to
see me on some work, the first thing she noticed was the mug. “Sir, I feel so
glad, so blessed,” this young lady cried in joy, “You have still kept it here
on your shelf!” Then, what she said in the end, stayed with me:
“It means
a lot to me, sir!”
Most of
us use this expression – ‘It means a lot to me’… very often. I do it very
regularly. But, very rarely we truly feel what we say…
So, the
other day, when this young lady cried out - ‘It means a lot to me’ - seeing the
mug she had gifted me years ago, I could feel what she was saying… She felt it…
I felt it.
Well, I
had not kept the ‘Box’, though!
Then,
two days ago, all from the blue, this 15-year-old, Rohit, appeared in my
office. Two years ago, he had done the PD course with us. During one of the
sessions, while speaking about his hobbies, he had told us about one of his
hobbies - ‘Origamy’, a Japanese art of
paper folding (ori meaning "folding", and kami meaning "paper"… kami changes to gami due to rendaku). I had not heard about this term. So, I had asked
Rohit to explain to us what it was. So, that day, he had described to us,
graphically, how creative one could be by making lovely things from simple sheets of paper (without cuts and glue).
That was it, and that was two years ago. I wasn’t in
touch with Rohit till he appeared in my office two days ago. He had specially
come to gift me a lovely swan he had created with just paper!
“Amazing,” I said delightedly, “You came specially to
present me this, Rohit?”
“Yes, sir, specially to give this to you,” Rohit said,
“Do you remember, you had asked me to speak in our PD class about this hobby of
mine?”
“I am so glad Rohit, “ I cried out with joy, “It means a
lot to me.”
Trust me, I meant it… when I said it!
Rohit explained to me how he had created this swan… how
much time it had taken for him… He had used some 198 small paper-folds (pieces)…
He removed one of them and showed me how he had done each piece, without any
cuts or glue, patiently … then, how he had assembled them to make this elegant piece
of art… a white swan. Only for the beak, he had folded an orange paper, and for
the eyes, he had used a black sketch pen…
I immediately placed Rohit’s swan next to the birthday
mug…
How
dull life can be without innocence… without the thoughts of special people in
our hearts… How simple joy can be… How true our feelings can be…
I remember the times,
when someone would come to me with a small piece of cake, “Sir, I had tried it for the first time”...
when someone would come to me with a small piece of cake, “Sir, I had tried it for the first time”...
When someone would come to our house with a small bowl of
dish. “Just tried this… and thought of you"...
When someone would come to present a beautiful pen, a box of chocolates
or even a lovely bottle of wine or champagne on return from a foreign tour...
What a great feeling, when someone would come to share
with us a new fruit from his garden… or come to share the good news with a box
of sweets!
I have felt the invitations… the ones I had received from
others and the ones I had given to others… yes, both…
When giving and receiving is not just a formality, not
just mechanical… devoid of feelings, affection and gladness…. So simple and
straight our joy can be!
And, how innocent we need to be for that!
GERALD D’CUNHA
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