Nice thread Rohit.
I just heard my sis tell me how my Dad was relating his experiences of being a Manager to her when she became a PL in TCS.
He told her that just be nice to people, they'll lay down their lives for you.
You might think this is a gross exaggeration but believe me I know this for a fact; he has that effect on people.
Well he's just too good with people and he's brought me upto be this typical open-the-door-for-the-lady specimen.
Well one time when we'd gone to Holland, I was just standing at the entrance of the hotel and this lady was in a hurry and struggling to push her trolley up the inclined pathway.
So I offered to help this old Scandinavian damsel in distress, and she summarily shooed me away.
Anyways that aside, I'm actually trying to think of something that I might have done that had a positive effect on someone else.
Well one that is still very fresh in my memory was a year or so ago at the Airport, there was this old Malayalee lady who was really struggling with a few bags she was carrying.
I saw her stumbling trying to keep it all together, as she walked down the ramp.
When I was relatively sure she wasn't with anyone who was sposed to aid her, I just went across and tapped her on the wrist and took her bags.
She hadn't a clue about what in the world had just happened, she tried to keep pace with me lest I runaway with all her life's belongings. This could've been a repeat of Amsterdam had she been quicker.
When we got to the conveyor belt inside the Airport I tried to tell her in my rusty Malayalam to hang on to the bags while I got the trolley. I doubt if anyone would've understood what I said.
When I came back I put all her stuff on the trolley, and walked her out.
She could barely speak, but you should've seen that look on her face.
She had one of those typical old lady tight closed-lip smiles; she held one of my hands and slowly reached over to touch my face but couldn't reach that far, so she placed her hand on my shoulder and patted it ever so slightly.
And you should've seen her eyes through those thick bifocals, they just swelled up with such gratitude, it was the kind of expression only your Grandmother would give you when you left her after a summer holiday.
It was quite something... it was quite amazing.
Something along similar lines more recently...
I had gained quite a reputation at a certain charity for not enjoying our lil family visits there since I was terrible with children; this was a few years ago.
There was a nun there who knew this, and though she was very nice to me...wasn't as warm as she was to the rest of my family. Well she was transferred of to another city and after a 4 year sojourn came back to Baroda recently.
She treated me the same, even though the rest of the people there had cozied upto me over the years she was absent.
So earlier this year I went over there, and gave her my number and told her that since the kid's had exams... she should call me if they ever need any help.
She was quite surprised and you could see it her eyes... she had finally started to melt.
It's really these lil things, when people see so clearly the genuineness in what you are trying to accomplish... without distrust or fear, that makes even the seemingly fruitless effort of kindness worthwhile.