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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Inspirational
- Subject: Ideas / Discovery / Opinions
- Published: 11/20/2018
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HUMANITY
“Don’t worry Dad, I will make sure everything is packed properly.” I cut off the call from Dad.
My dad finally decided to live with me due to his health issues and the need for help from time to time. I was glad he took this decision and looked forward to it. Though I wasn’t glad of what I was about to do.
Packing. Yes, I hate Packing to the core. Anyway, I decided to be fast and wrap it up quick.
4-5 hours later, I was done with my work. Before Leaving, I decided to take a quick look at the garage for any leftovers.
There was a box named, “Not Important”. I thought of leaving it there, but I was intrigued to see what it was. Since my dad had labelled it “not Important” and yet had not get rid of it. I opened it, and saw a Box. Just a small rectangular shaped box. It had a Trophy, and a laminated certificate. I could see only a couple of words due to the dust and the damage it had underwent. There was “HUMANITIARIAN” and then my Dad’s name. There was also a CD which was attached to it, but not damaged due to the protective covering it was put in. It seemed new, never played.
I put it on my player to see what it was.
And what I saw, changed the way I looked at my life, and especially, the way I looked at my Dad.
The record started playing, and my dad was narrating what happened that night.
RECORDING STARTS:
“With pleasure, let’s please welcome the man of tonight. We, ABC Global PVT, feel very obligated, and pleased to present the “HUMANITARIAN OF THE YEAR” award to our beloved CEO Mr. Daniel for his huge accomplishments in order to better the society we live in.”
(Dad: The crowd cheered, applause all over the auditorium. I walked up briskly to the stage, with a high sense of gratitude for those present there. I bent my head and showed my appreciation for all those who made it tonight. I was presented an honourable award for my accomplishment. I walked up to the Podium to give my speech.)
“It’s ironic, isn’t it? An award for being a “Humanitarian”. Who would have thought, say a 100 years ago, that in our rapidly changing urbanized and developed modern world, that having humanity would eventually be identified as a “greatness” in a man.”
(Dad: As I started my speech on that note, the crowd seemed to have quietened. But I could see the faces and I could tell they were intrigued on the way I spoke. Probably because most people who were presented with an award were thankful for it. Contrarily, I regret it.)
“I, personally, think that the world has not developed, but rather moved backwards. During my grandparent's days or great grandparent's days, say 120-150 years ago, Humanity was a “Basic” quality of everyone. And now, here we are, roughly 100 years later, celebrating Humanity as a “Best” quality in a human being. I think it’s something to regret seriously.“
“I remember a short but an interesting incident at a museum a few years ago. There were statues of people from ancient ages, kids, adults. There was this particular statue of a small boy who was crying. It was so amazingly sculpted that even the tears looked “real”. When I was deeply moved by the reality of the making of the statue, a young baby boy, just 3 or 4 years old, slowly walked and crawled towards the statue. He started wiping the eyes of the statue "boy". His mom hurried to pick him up, and I could hear, “why is he crying momma”?, in a cute little voice.
“That’s the moment of realization for me. That little boy’s heart was pure. He was happy, and he expected everyone to be happy, unaware of the cruelty of our society. We lack the “purity” that a little kid has. As we grow, as we reach greater heights, we tend to forget about the roots of our very existence. I think that, my friends, is the root cause for the unacceptable imbalances in the lifestyle between the rich and the poor, the happy and the sad.
In a fantasy situation, if God came in front of me, and gave me a choice to choose what would I like to be in my next life, I really don’t think I will choose the “Human” species. But then, we don’t have that choice now, do we?
Being Human is a God given gift, while having Humanity is a choice that every individual makes. At least change today, if not yesterday.
It’s time we show the right path to our next generation. Replacing humans with mechanized robots might be the current trend in our developing country, but what’s more important is planting seeds of Humanity in the heart’s of today’s youngsters who are the future citizens and the leaders of our society.
Thank you.”
END OF RECORD
I involuntarily raised from the couch and started applauding. This is my dad. I wondered why he kept this hidden, but now that I know, I can only hope to be half as good as he was.
“Don’t worry Dad, I will make sure everything is packed properly.” I cut off the call from Dad.
My dad finally decided to live with me due to his health issues and the need for help from time to time. I was glad he took this decision and looked forward to it. Though I wasn’t glad of what I was about to do.
Packing. Yes, I hate Packing to the core. Anyway, I decided to be fast and wrap it up quick.
4-5 hours later, I was done with my work. Before Leaving, I decided to take a quick look at the garage for any leftovers.
There was a box named, “Not Important”. I thought of leaving it there, but I was intrigued to see what it was. Since my dad had labelled it “not Important” and yet had not get rid of it. I opened it, and saw a Box. Just a small rectangular shaped box. It had a Trophy, and a laminated certificate. I could see only a couple of words due to the dust and the damage it had underwent. There was “HUMANITIARIAN” and then my Dad’s name. There was also a CD which was attached to it, but not damaged due to the protective covering it was put in. It seemed new, never played.
I put it on my player to see what it was.
And what I saw, changed the way I looked at my life, and especially, the way I looked at my Dad.
The record started playing, and my dad was narrating what happened that night.
RECORDING STARTS:
“With pleasure, let’s please welcome the man of tonight. We, ABC Global PVT, feel very obligated, and pleased to present the “HUMANITARIAN OF THE YEAR” award to our beloved CEO Mr. Daniel for his huge accomplishments in order to better the society we live in.”
(Dad: The crowd cheered, applause all over the auditorium. I walked up briskly to the stage, with a high sense of gratitude for those present there. I bent my head and showed my appreciation for all those who made it tonight. I was presented an honourable award for my accomplishment. I walked up to the Podium to give my speech.)
“It’s ironic, isn’t it? An award for being a “Humanitarian”. Who would have thought, say a 100 years ago, that in our rapidly changing urbanized and developed modern world, that having humanity would eventually be identified as a “greatness” in a man.”
(Dad: As I started my speech on that note, the crowd seemed to have quietened. But I could see the faces and I could tell they were intrigued on the way I spoke. Probably because most people who were presented with an award were thankful for it. Contrarily, I regret it.)
“I, personally, think that the world has not developed, but rather moved backwards. During my grandparent's days or great grandparent's days, say 120-150 years ago, Humanity was a “Basic” quality of everyone. And now, here we are, roughly 100 years later, celebrating Humanity as a “Best” quality in a human being. I think it’s something to regret seriously.“
“I remember a short but an interesting incident at a museum a few years ago. There were statues of people from ancient ages, kids, adults. There was this particular statue of a small boy who was crying. It was so amazingly sculpted that even the tears looked “real”. When I was deeply moved by the reality of the making of the statue, a young baby boy, just 3 or 4 years old, slowly walked and crawled towards the statue. He started wiping the eyes of the statue "boy". His mom hurried to pick him up, and I could hear, “why is he crying momma”?, in a cute little voice.
“That’s the moment of realization for me. That little boy’s heart was pure. He was happy, and he expected everyone to be happy, unaware of the cruelty of our society. We lack the “purity” that a little kid has. As we grow, as we reach greater heights, we tend to forget about the roots of our very existence. I think that, my friends, is the root cause for the unacceptable imbalances in the lifestyle between the rich and the poor, the happy and the sad.
In a fantasy situation, if God came in front of me, and gave me a choice to choose what would I like to be in my next life, I really don’t think I will choose the “Human” species. But then, we don’t have that choice now, do we?
Being Human is a God given gift, while having Humanity is a choice that every individual makes. At least change today, if not yesterday.
It’s time we show the right path to our next generation. Replacing humans with mechanized robots might be the current trend in our developing country, but what’s more important is planting seeds of Humanity in the heart’s of today’s youngsters who are the future citizens and the leaders of our society.
Thank you.”
END OF RECORD
I involuntarily raised from the couch and started applauding. This is my dad. I wondered why he kept this hidden, but now that I know, I can only hope to be half as good as he was.
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