Suddenly,
a cockroach flew from somewhere and sat on her. I wondered if this was the
cockroach’s response to all the glory that was spoken about it! She started
screaming out of fear. With panic stricken face and trembling voice, she
started doing jumping, with both her hands desperately trying to get rid of the
cockroach. Her reaction was contagious, as everyone in her group got cranky to
what was happening. The lady finally managed to push the cockroach to another
lady in the group. Now, it was the turn of the other lady in the group to
continue the drama. The waiter rushed forward to their rescue. In the relay of
throwing, the cockroach next fell upon the waiter. The waiter stood firm,
composed himself and observed the behavior of the cockroach on his shirt. When
he was confident enough,
he
grabbed and threw it out with his fingers.
Sipping
my coffee and watching the amusement, the antenna of my mind picked up a few
thoughts and started wondering, was the cockroach responsible for their
histrionic behavior? If so, then why was the waiter not disturbed? He handled
it near to perfection, without any chaos. It is not the cockroach, but the
inability of the ladies to handle the disturbance caused by the cockroach that
disturbed the ladies.
I
realized even in my case then , it is not the shouting of my father or my boss
that disturbs me, but its my inability to handle the disturbances caused by
their shouting that disturbs me.
It’s
not the traffic jams on the road that disturbs me, but my inability to handle
the disturbance caused by the traffic jam that disturbs me.
More
than the problem, it’s my reaction to the problem that hurts me.
Lessons
learnt from the story:
I
understood, I should not react in life. I should always respond.
The
women reacted, whereas the waiter responded.
Reactions are always instinctive whereas
responses are always intellectual...
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