It's such a huge mistake to judge a person on the basis of his outer appearance only but sadly we often do just that. Without knowing much about them, we tend to let our imagination get the better of us. But as someone had rightly said, "Do not look at the bottle, look at what is inside it". Not all men in Delhi are ruffians or potential molesters. But given the high number of cases of crimes against women that occur in Delhi, girls are often scared to trust a man, especially someone like me who is an outsider! One incident however proved me beyond doubt that there are still some gentlemen around.
Last December I had gone to Kolkata to my home to spend my winter vacations. That was right after my first semester had ended. After having a good time with my family and friends there, I boarded the train to Delhi on the penultimate day of my holidays. However like it often happens during the month of December, the whole of North India was in the grip of an intense winter spell. Most of the trains, including mine, were running late due to poor visibility caused by the dense fog. As a result, by the time, my train finally reached Hazrat Nizamuddin railway station in Delhi, it was well past one o'clock late in the night. When I got off the train, the coolie informed me about another bad news - that i wouldn't find an auto or a taxi as they were on a strike since the last few days. He suggested me to spend the night at the waiting hall but I was such a fool not to believe him. I thought, he was lying and that I could find a taxi at the main entrance of the railway station. So he took my luggage until there and left. He was true, I couldn't find a single auto or taxi there. I waited there for a few minutes and then I thought I might find a bus if I could reach the nearest bus-stop outside the railway station. So I came out of the station and walked down the road for a few minutes until I saw a bus-stop. But given the time of the night and the winter chill, the station wore a deserted look, there was no one to be found. That was a grave mistake not to have stayed back at the railway station to wait for the morning, I realized that pretty soon. I was feeling nervous, I had stayed in Delhi only since the last six months soon I took admission in the college, I had no relatives in Delhi to call for help nor did I know any one. I didn't want to stress out my parents, they were so far away from me and could do nothing but would have only worried for me all night.
Thus I was stranded at the bus-stop and I didn't know where to go or whom to call for help. Almost an hour had passed but there was no sight of a bus. It wasn't a safe place for a girl to be out by herself in the dead of the night. Delhi is notorious in that respect.
Just then I saw a young man go past me but after having gone a few metres, he turned back and stopped his bike near me. I couldn't see his face clearly in the dark but he was of medium build and height and was wearing rather shabby clothes. I got scared when I saw him coming towards me. He tried to assuage my fears and doubts about him and told me that he worked in a BPO and was returning home after his late shift. That's when he saw me alone at the bus-stop and so he stopped. He then inquired as to why I was there at the bus-stop at that late hour of the night and when I told him everything, he informed me about the auto-taxi strike (just as the coolie had told me earlier) and so I wouldn't find one. He then offered to drop me at my hostel but I was reluctant. Though by his words he came across as a nice person but I couldn't still trust a random stranger! He then insisted that he too will wait with me at the bus-stop until I found a bus or some other reliable mode of transport, as he did not want to leave a girl stranded at a secluded place all alone at the dead of night.
We didn't talk much but his presence was comforting enough. I wasn't feeling scared any more. Another hour passed but there was still no sight of any night bus. I was already feeling fatigued after the long, strenuous train journey and this wait was only adding to my woes. I was only wishing to get back to my hostel room at the earliest. So finally I agreed to his offer and he gladly dropped me at my hostel. No words would have been enough to thank him for all the help hat he gave me. I was so wrong with my judgement about him, he was such a noble, considerate man and in fact came as an absolute Godsend. I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't met him that night.
Thus gentlemen do still exist in the world. Sadly we live in an age when most people shy away from helping a stranger in trouble. So, if and when someone comes forward to help us during our times of trouble, we often misjudge their kindness, we assume that he is doing it with some ulterior motive. However not all men are bad, there are still enough kind men around, not for gains or with any bad intention but because it's their nature to help!
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Last December I had gone to Kolkata to my home to spend my winter vacations. That was right after my first semester had ended. After having a good time with my family and friends there, I boarded the train to Delhi on the penultimate day of my holidays. However like it often happens during the month of December, the whole of North India was in the grip of an intense winter spell. Most of the trains, including mine, were running late due to poor visibility caused by the dense fog. As a result, by the time, my train finally reached Hazrat Nizamuddin railway station in Delhi, it was well past one o'clock late in the night. When I got off the train, the coolie informed me about another bad news - that i wouldn't find an auto or a taxi as they were on a strike since the last few days. He suggested me to spend the night at the waiting hall but I was such a fool not to believe him. I thought, he was lying and that I could find a taxi at the main entrance of the railway station. So he took my luggage until there and left. He was true, I couldn't find a single auto or taxi there. I waited there for a few minutes and then I thought I might find a bus if I could reach the nearest bus-stop outside the railway station. So I came out of the station and walked down the road for a few minutes until I saw a bus-stop. But given the time of the night and the winter chill, the station wore a deserted look, there was no one to be found. That was a grave mistake not to have stayed back at the railway station to wait for the morning, I realized that pretty soon. I was feeling nervous, I had stayed in Delhi only since the last six months soon I took admission in the college, I had no relatives in Delhi to call for help nor did I know any one. I didn't want to stress out my parents, they were so far away from me and could do nothing but would have only worried for me all night.
Thus I was stranded at the bus-stop and I didn't know where to go or whom to call for help. Almost an hour had passed but there was no sight of a bus. It wasn't a safe place for a girl to be out by herself in the dead of the night. Delhi is notorious in that respect.
Just then I saw a young man go past me but after having gone a few metres, he turned back and stopped his bike near me. I couldn't see his face clearly in the dark but he was of medium build and height and was wearing rather shabby clothes. I got scared when I saw him coming towards me. He tried to assuage my fears and doubts about him and told me that he worked in a BPO and was returning home after his late shift. That's when he saw me alone at the bus-stop and so he stopped. He then inquired as to why I was there at the bus-stop at that late hour of the night and when I told him everything, he informed me about the auto-taxi strike (just as the coolie had told me earlier) and so I wouldn't find one. He then offered to drop me at my hostel but I was reluctant. Though by his words he came across as a nice person but I couldn't still trust a random stranger! He then insisted that he too will wait with me at the bus-stop until I found a bus or some other reliable mode of transport, as he did not want to leave a girl stranded at a secluded place all alone at the dead of night.
We didn't talk much but his presence was comforting enough. I wasn't feeling scared any more. Another hour passed but there was still no sight of any night bus. I was already feeling fatigued after the long, strenuous train journey and this wait was only adding to my woes. I was only wishing to get back to my hostel room at the earliest. So finally I agreed to his offer and he gladly dropped me at my hostel. No words would have been enough to thank him for all the help hat he gave me. I was so wrong with my judgement about him, he was such a noble, considerate man and in fact came as an absolute Godsend. I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't met him that night.
Thus gentlemen do still exist in the world. Sadly we live in an age when most people shy away from helping a stranger in trouble. So, if and when someone comes forward to help us during our times of trouble, we often misjudge their kindness, we assume that he is doing it with some ulterior motive. However not all men are bad, there are still enough kind men around, not for gains or with any bad intention but because it's their nature to help!
Housing.com too envisions a world filled with positivity. It tells us that optimism can be found all around us. Visit their website to know more.
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