March 24, 2008
I went to church yesterday in a rather grumpy mood. That we were late and had to sit outside (’cos the cozy seats inside were full already) only worsened my mood. While I sat there with only half my mind listening to the pastor droning on about how of all apostles Peter loved Jesus the most and Jesus, in turn, loved John the most (God’s got his favorites too huh?); and the other half of my mind wondering why my life was getting crappier and crappier each day, I noticed this little girl sitting next to me, holding a red balloon in her hands - you know, those heart shaped helium balloons that kids are very fond of? The balloon that is supposed to be held only by it’s strand, this kid was clutching in her hands like one would hold a prized possession. Her tear-stained face sporting a smile and the irritated look on her mother’s face suggested she must’ve gotten the balloon after throwing a reasonable tantrum.
Things seemed hunky-dory until her little brother - the naughty brats that brothers usually are - pushed her and she, in an attempt to catch her balance let go of the balloon. With her hands still outstretched, she stared at the balloon as it went higher and higher up, out of her reach. I thought any moment she was going to turn around and spank her brother hard or cry for another balloon or may be just sulk. Her mother watched too, with a terrified not-another-tantrum-now look on her face. But to everyone’s surprise, the little kid turned around and said, with a voice full of delight, ‘amma, balloon yesu appa kitta poguthu‘, that roughly (and religion independently) translates to, ‘Ma, the balloon is going to God’. I couldn’t help but smile at that.
She continued to watch the balloon till it was just a dot and finally said, with a look of pride and satisfaction, ‘poyiruchu‘ (meaning ‘it’s gone’ as in ‘it’s gone to it’s destination’). Am sure God himself must have been distracted for a moment, to watch the little red balloon coming His way. What smile it must’ve brought to His otherwise solemn face! :)
All of a sudden life didn’t appear so bad after all…
‘Sometimes, a little red balloon, against the dark clouds, is all it takes to make the sky beautiful to gaze upon’
March 24, 2008 at 8:54 pm
Sometimes life’s best lessons are learnt when we dont consider ourself too lucky. This one is a classic example of shifting our attitude towards the good things in life when luck seems to be against us. The post is thought provoking and highlights the author’s attention towards the true dedication of a kid to God.
March 24, 2008 at 8:56 pm
Thanks for the comment, Vivek :)
“Sometimes life’s best lessons are learnt when we don’t consider ourself too lucky.”
Hmm it’s may be ‘cos when we’re too happy, we’ve no time to stop and watch these little things … until life forces us to stop and watch
March 24, 2008 at 9:50 pm
I feel these little things happen only to make us realize that life is meant to be savored , irrespective of the mess we might be in :)
March 25, 2008 at 12:54 pm
Shriram,
Very true. I guess as kids we did savor those little moments of joy. I wonder at what point we stopped doing that and started focusing on the negativities of life (that don’t change anyway, whether or not we focus on them)…
March 25, 2008 at 2:41 pm
A cute post.Life is beautiful indeed.
March 26, 2008 at 12:27 pm
Thanks Prathiba :)
March 27, 2008 at 10:41 am
Dear Roopa,
This posting made me ur big fan….
Very true sometimes life really brings a mess and it seems like everything going in wrong direction n then red color balloon comes into picture like small ray of light which make you feel it’s life’s ups and downs and this state won’t retain for long. But sometime, the red balloon is not so prominent but it’s there so try to search for red balloon….thanx for this message dear.
No doubt ur way of express your feelings is appreciable.
March 27, 2008 at 8:13 pm
Thanks Richa :)
“But sometime, the red balloon is not so prominent but it’s there so try to search for red balloon”
very thoughtful…something I should remember the next time I feel down. Not always would a little girl come with a red balloon to cheer me up :)
March 28, 2008 at 12:41 pm
cute post.But right now I’m having trouble with anything “red”,I think I’ll try and find a blue one:)
March 28, 2008 at 3:03 pm
Abirami,
Working where you are working, you shouldn’t be saying that about “red” :)
March 30, 2008 at 4:53 pm
:) Wow. Good observation. Well written.
I’m getting a lot of thoughts! Red as in flesh & blood, that isn’t all that permanent. Helium as in Soul that takes someone to the Almighty. To be happy thou’ shall not seek the God by sitting inside the Church & chant those hymns, but be with people & cherish your life’s moments. Never blame someone for your losses & be optimistic.
Hav a good day.
March 31, 2008 at 8:08 pm
Thanks Ranjhith..for the comment and the thoughts :)
I wouldn’t say one shouldn’t go to churches/temples in search of happiness but doing only that and not savoring life’s beautiful moments is what we shouldn’t be doing.
April 8, 2008 at 2:13 am
hey roopa,
that was a very very beautiful post. it is amazing how something as trivial as a child letting her helium balloon fly away can be so eloquent. i was blog hopping in an attempt to get rid of my grumpy mood..and this post was the perfect medicine!:) thanks!:)
April 8, 2008 at 1:17 pm
Thanks a lot, Ramya. Am glad the post cheered you up :)
April 11, 2008 at 9:32 am
Hi Roopa,
Your post made my day!!!Excellent Narration…the girl’s attitude is amazing
April 11, 2008 at 10:41 am
Thanks Anitha. Am glad you liked the post :)
April 11, 2008 at 9:49 pm
Human brain is a great control system, it wouldn’t keep u in bad mood (grumpy,grouchy,grief,sorrow) for long, especially those blitheful Souls, it constantly looks for things which make you happy and smile, after all it’s a life and you want to live,
Wonderfully expressed Post, great observation [u went to church and not concentrating on prayer :- ) ]
Roopa u really writes well, excellent story teller, [u reminds me my granny :-) , just kidding ]
I am a serious reader of u r Blogs…
Keep writing
April 12, 2008 at 12:04 pm
Thanks a lot Praveen
Well, your granny did pass on some of her story telling skills to me ;). As for why I wasn’t concentrating on prayer in the church, the pastor made sure I didn’t, with his rather droning Easter sermon that day :)