It was one bright Sunday and Mr. Sudhir Malhotra planned to visit his new home in Bengaluru city. It’s not like he never been there it’s just he loves to go there every once in awhile. The atmosphere over there is just the way he needed. Calm, Cool and peaceful. As the apartment was on the outskirts of the city. It wasn’t crowded and also no pollution. It was surrounded by the greenery.
At the apartment:
When he entered his penthouse he looked around. It was same as he left four months ago Stark, clean and beautiful. After unpacking his closed he realized how tired he was from the journey so he decided to take a nap.
The time he woke up. It was 6 in the evening and the sun was about to set. So he decided to fix himself a cup of coffee and sit on the balcony and enjoy the sunset.
He opened the balcony door and sat in the rocking chair enjoying the beautiful art of nature. the cloud was painted in orangish red and the ball of fire which now looked more calmer was hiding behind the mountains. This view always took his breath away. Sadly the smile on his face didn’t stay longer. It soon turned into a frown when he saw a bag of garbage lying on the ground outside the apartment which was supposed to be a playground for apartment kids. Mr. Malhotra being clean freak couldn’t help but be angry. He hates garbage around his residence. He cringed at the sight but as it was one bag he let it slide and buried himself with more work.
After 4 months:
Mr. Malhotra visited his apartment in Bengaluru city. He did the same routine as last time and opened the door of the balcony. Instead of feeling happy he burned in fury as the foul smell hit his nose. He wasn’t expecting this in his wildest dream. Now the whole playground which was meant kids were now filled with garbage. dogs and cows were lying on the ground and eating garbage.
He couldn’t take it anymore. As he was head of a management committee, he called the meeting immediately in order to discuss the issue. The meeting was held in one of the neighbor’s house. All the committee members were discussing how it all started and how they can solve the solution the meeting went on until late night but couldn’t find the solution. The little boy called Rahul who happened to be the son of the associate was watching everything.
“Daddy”, called Rahul interrupting the meeting.
“Yes, son?”, his father asked.
“I have a solution for this problem”, he said.
“Oh really? What is it?”, He asked his son.
“The other day I was watching this movie and-“, But he was interrupted by Mr. Malhotra.
“Mr. Raj please tell your son to leave so we can continue the meeting”, said Mr. Malhotra irritated and Mr. Raj called his wife so that she can take his son away.
That night the committee decided they will clean the land and put the board that said ‘Keep the place clean’. Next day Mr. Malhotra left feeling happy about his decision.
After 2 months.
When Mr. Malhotra Visited again he thought everything was fine and opened the balcony door only to see that the matter was ten times worse than before. He called the meeting and asked what happened and there he learned that nobody cared for the board. So this time they decided to clean the land and install the CCTV so that they can find the culprit. But next day they got to know that someone broke the CCTV and dumped the garbage all over the playground. That day Mr. Malhotra left the city disappointed about the situation.
All these days Rahul and his friends were watching what was happening. They were sad that they couldn’t play in their usual place as it is covered with garbage, dogs and garbage were all around.
“What are you thinking Rahul?”, asked his friend Sanjay.
“I was thinking how our playground has turned into the dumpster”, said Rahul sadly.
“I know but our parents are thinking about it”, said Sam.
“But whatever they are doing isn’t working”, Rahul muttered.
“Do you have a plan?”, Seema asked.
“I kind of do, but Daddy thinks it is stupid”, Rahul said pouting.
“Can you share it with us”, Seema asked excitedly. At first, Rahul hesitated but after Seema pestering Rahul a lot Rahul gave in and shared his idea.
Seema was impressed by Rahul’s plan she ran to her house to find her brother Sammer when she did she asked him to help her with something and explained the plan. Even Sameer liked the plan and agreed to help. Seema was beyond happy and called her friends and Sameer asked what he can do. The kids asked Sameer to clean the land but after 3 AM and asked to take the kids to shopping right now. Sameer didn’t Question the kids and helped them anyway.
After 3 AM when there was no sign of people around Sameer arranged people to clean the land. Sprayed the water, planted the samplings of Neem and Tulsi. Placed the statue of Lord Krishna and also stuck the saffron flag near the statue.
After a month.
Mr. Malhotra entered his Penthouse again and but this time he was sad. He went to the balcony again to see how worse was the situation. When he was expecting pungent smell but this time he was welcomed by the scent of Jasmine. He was taken back. When he looked down instead of dumpster there was the statue of Lord Krishna and priest was worshipping the god and doing pooja and all his neighbors were attending it. He went down and attended the pooja.
“Not bad Mr. Raj… it was a good move to clean the playground”, said Mr. Malhotra happily.
“Oh no Mr. Malhotra, it wasn’t me or any of our Committee members. It was our kids who cleaned the place overnight and created the environment of the temple. Must say kids these days are genius”, said Mr. Raj proudly.
“Indeed they are”, said Mr. Malhotra totally impressed by the kids. That night he took all the kids out and treat them to dinner in an expensive restaurant. He left for London next day happily thinking how the young mind brings changes in the world and we do not need experts to tackle the situation every time.
Well, whoever read my work thank you so much!!! From this story, I want to convey that you should always give a chance to the people who are around you and never underestimate their potential by judging their age, appearance and social status. Everybody is unique.