Tainted Reputation

And another wave of shame engulfs the stardom and popularity of IPL. In the final stages of season, Delhi Police arrested three cricketers from Rajasthan Royals team (jointly owned by Shilpa Shetty Kundra and her husband) for spot fixing, which was the first of a string of arrests going on till date.

Much has been written and said about the spot fixing scandal that has given the cricket loving community another of its face palm moments. Each day since the three have been arrested has brought up news.
I personally will never be able to forget the shameful image of the three cricketers handcuffed and face covered and being led away from the flashing camera.

What was the motive behind the act? Did they really think that they would get away with this crime? Was there no fear for the consequences or guilt ridden self-respect? I am bewildered at their guts to get into this mess when they had their respective untarnished handsome paying careers.

If they really prove guilty, it goes without saying that they should be appropriately penalised. And the shameful images should act as a reminder to all the aspiring sportsmen. Sometimes, the respect earned let’s you live with a more peaceful and satisfied life than the loads of cash that most seem to run after.


A Chip on my Shoulder

One day, when I was still childish, I was troubled about something from school. My dad had a piece of suggestion to offer me as solace, “Never expect help from the person you help. Help for you will come from unexpected sources”.

Needless to say, I did not realize the head or tail of that statement then. But as time flew by, it actually began to sound right. I taught myself to be nice to everybody, to be ready to lend a hand to people around me and became a firm believer in the principles of humanity-until of course, a confrontation happened and made me question my beliefs.

One pleasant morning, a few days ago, I was heading to work. On the way near a bus stop, I saw a lady struggling with packages and fuming for some reason. She was a familiar face – we have passed each other on numerous occasions, going in opposite directions but I don’t think she must have noticed (gauging from her reaction).

Now she was pretty old and was struggling to lift a considerably heavy bag for her age. Like a responsible citizen and good human being, I walked up to her, smiled and offered to help. In return, I get scoffed at, and get to hear a generalized bad opinion about my country. Stunned at the unexpected reaction, I replied that the opinion needed a change. Pat came a reply, in an anguished voice “Give me a reason to.”

Now, if an “offer to help” wasn’t a reason enough, then I am at loss at what might be. I was unsettled for the remainder of the day and my belief in humanity lay pretty shaken.

Who would like to be shouted at by strangers, in full public view – for offering to help? I saw the same lady, reading newspaper at a bakery shop the next day.  I wondered if I would be in a hurry to help someone, any time soon. And I found myself unconsciously shaking my head in a no.

Daily Prompt: 11th May, 2014