WHY ME???

This Monday morning, I got a shock to find my car missing from the place I have been parking it for more than 5 years now. Still refusing to believe that it has been stolen, I spoke to my neighbours and tried to find out if it has been towed away by mistake. But no it wasn’t. It had infact been taken – actually burgled would be more appropriate.

 And while the truth sunk in, my mind asked WHY ME? Why my car? I have been always so careful to lock it each day. And I have never done anybody any wrong or sinful. Then why me?

Its when such incidents sweep you off your feet, you sit back and dissect all your good and bad deeds in trying to pacify yourself to emerge out of the situation. It is quite sad that we reflect back on our life only when something unpleasant happens to us.

And we think that our loss is the greatest. As if we are some supreme martyr and most gutted. When I met some neighbor who had lost her close relatives in the frightful uttarakhand tragedy, I felt belittled and ashamed that I was so upset for my car. Her grief was beyond compare. It was a true wake up call.

When I see my sister struggling through her difficult residency years as she moves on to become a doctor, I see and hear the same question in her ever tired voice and in her sleep deprived eyes . Why me? She and me both knew that it is infact a hard- hitting profession. But when I set eyes on how she is being trained, tough is such an understatement. When all her other friends who did not choose to become a doctor are enjoying their life. And they would be equally successful at the end ..right? then why her?

 It’s easy to ask this question you know especially when we can’t handle what falls in our lap. We simply disown our state when it comes to this. We start finding reasons why we did not deserve so. I think most of us crib not about our real problems but inconveniences. Have any one of you read this “I cried because I had no shoes until I met a man with no feet.” Yes! That’s what it sums up to.

 My one question to all of us is “ did we ask the ‘why me’ when we got what made us happy?” when I got my new car a year back, did I ask god why me that I have the audacity to ask so when my car has been taken? When I got through the best college, did I ask why me? When got a job which so many aspired to, did I ask that?

No I didn’t. Because I then believed that I truly truly deserved every bit of that. How mean can that be? Its like all roses and no thorn which is as good as beauty without virtues. If I have the grace to accept my success, my happy state of affairs, I should also have the nerve to accept my taxing situations too. Everything happens for a reason. Some to learn from, some to mature from and some to appreciate later in life.

I have learnt even though it is strenuous today, it will not stay on forever. Life moves on. Like all my happy phases have moved on; So will the bad moments, bad days and bad circumstances. Just keep at it. But we are humans. We forget too soon. And the good lessons sooner. We forget that when one thing ends, something begins again.