Childhood is the most precious stage of life, when the foundation of we shall be in life are laid down. The rhymes we learn and have fun reciting time and again gradually etch in our minds leaving a lasting impression. Same magical spell is cast by the bed-time stories we so fondly listen to. Their morals become our guiding light as we grow up reflecting on them, time and again.
Education’s purpose is to replace an empty mind with an open one. The stories with moral learnt in childhood, successfully do that.
As part of the wonderful Super Fun contest on Blogadda, I will be sharing my memories and lessons learnt from two of the wonderful animation videos by KidsHut on YouTube.
Ever since my daughter turned 2, she has been drawn to YouTube for various rhymes, stories and fun kids videos which come in handy at times of crises, when most of my tricks have failed to pacify her. Now she is a school going kid and this time, discovering the treasure of wonderfully animated and beautifully narrated rhymes & stories with morals came my way, through this contest.
The best part of the KidsHut YouTube channel is they aren’t limited to stories and rhymes but also have educational, animation videos. The good news being, new videos are added to the channel every Wednesday and Friday to keep our kids entertained with new things to learn.
While I am writing this post, Pari is watching & singing along the rhymes at KidsHut.
Becoming a mother is beautiful learning experience. I am in love with this phase of life, when my little princess makes me recite the nursery rhymes playing my teacher and eagerly waits for the bedtime to listen to my favorite stories. Two of my personal favorites from the series at KidsHut are:
1. Story of The Thirsty Crow
2. The Dove and the Ant’s story from Aesop’s Fables
The story of the thirsty crow has amused me from kindergarten days. At the tender age of 4 when I had first head it, my very first thoughts were, how did the crow know that putting pebbles in the pot of water would make the water rise? Perhaps, I underestimated a bird’s intellect or was yet to learn the power of Archimedes principle in life. Whatever the case, but my doubts on the crow’s smartness lingered long after.
As time moved on, my curiosity about this inspiring story made me recount it on a number of occasions, reminding myself how perseverance can make me succeed even in the toughest tests of life.
The story of the Dove and the Ant was something that appealed to me from the start. The idea of a random act of kindness gifting a smile to someone in need has always enticed me enough to practice it in life in my little way. Besides, the realization of the fact that no one is too small (like the ant) to be useful or helpful, made me love this story all the more.
Many years later, one fine day I moved to an all new country to pursue post graduation. With no friends or family around, the vast cultural differences and fear of the unknown made me feel insecure. Getting rid of the consternation seemed impossible as I had no clue how to strike friendship in this new land. That was when, my mom reminded me of the story of the thirsty crow in one of our phone calls.
Mom asked me stay put, being my own cheerful, amiable, warm self, making friends one at a time. Starting with those whom I met daily in the library and classes, to the ones I shared my commute with. It started with passing a smile. Gradually starting with one friend at a time, I made a bunch of good friends. The persistence and patience bore fruit and soon I was no longer home-sick, bored or jittery of being all alone in a new country. A new sense of security and belonging filled me with confidence.
One Friday evening, I was returning back to my apartment, little late than usual, having lost track of the time in library. It was a chilly winter night and I had missed my tram with the next one over 40 minutes away. I decided to walk. Just then a car with loud music tearing past the chilled winter breeze and teenagers yelling in the alcohol drenched fervor zipped past me. Full speed. Before, I could grasp what they were up to, a sharp scream pierced through the air.
Hardly 100 meters away from where I stood, one of the teenagers had fallen off the car (or was pushed out) and was screaming in pain in her drunken stupor. The car didn’t stop and neither did the few other cars who pretended to not have seen the accident. I have to confess, I was hell scared and felt so numb that I felt my feet go hundred times heavier, making, taking any step further or anywhere else next to impossible.
“The true test of character is not how much we know how to do, but how we behave when we don’t know what to do.” ― John Holt
Just then, the painful screams of the girl, jolted me out of the dilemma. I dialed 000 and by the time I reached the spot, the ambulance and the paramedics had arrived with the cops. By that time, a handful of other students and passerby people had gathered and the girl was rushed to the hospital. I obliged by narrating to the cops all I had seen happen and how I had called up the emergency number as part of routine police questioning. The accident was the front page news the following day where I was glad to learn that the girl was safe with few minor injuries though kept under observation for head injury.
The girl was a student at my university, enrolled for a different course than me. I couldn’t resist the urge to go see her at the hospital along with a few of my friends. There, one of the cops (whom I had narrated the events to) introduced me to her parents. It was a brief interaction, but beyond the words, their moist eyes had conveyed to me how grateful they were.
Days flew past, I graduated, got busy in my married life and on one uneventful day was rushed to the hospital with severe abdominal pain and bleeding during pregnancy. After what felt like eternity, when finally I could get a specialist doctor to see me, I was amazed to note that he was the same man whose daughter had met with the accident years ago, right in front of my eyes.
It sure is a small world, our paths had again crossed. In an altogether different city, different circumstances. It took him hardly a minute to recognize me. What happened next, changed me as a person completely. Today, I can proudly say, he gifted me a new life in that emergency room when life and my survival looked bleak.
That night, if I had not called the police, someone else would have. When I needed emergency treatment had the doctor been someone else, the outcome could still have been the same. But, it didn’t happen that way. Life taught me the lesson of compassion with a practical example. Life wanted me to see and experience how our small acts of kindness can have life-changing impact on us and the world we live in.
In the circle of life, every pebble of effort moves us closer to success, quenching our thirst just like it did for the thirsty crow. No act of kindness, no-matter how big or small ever goes vain. The more considerate, humane and kind we are towards others, the higher are the chances someone will be compassionate towards us when we need it most.