So, I was watching this award function on TV the other night (a 24 year old guy spending his Saturday watching Idea Presents Zee Cine Awards…Shame on you girls!!! (and boys :X ) ) and every other winner just banally kept repeating what a humbling moment it was for them. And as you know the word Humble and yours truly are connected from birth*, I started thinking about all of my humbling experiences. After some ninety three seconds of introspection, I could list like a million such moments when I felt Humbled in face of an adversary, overwhelmed by the situation. Just so that my humble self doesn’t forget them as old age and Smirnoff slowly wipes clean my memory slate, I am listing down some of them for my prodigious progeny who will read this one day and themselves feel humbled by knowing what a great humble man the root cause of all their misery was.

1. Yes, I am struggling to get back to blogging. And everytime my blogger timeline shows an update by some blogger, I feel humbled. Humbled to see how people can write absolute shit (I sometimes read their posts and wonder why their English school teacher committed suicide) and hope that actual people (and not bots) will read, appreciate and comment on their tirade. This quality of an unrelenting belief and hope sometimes bring tears in my eyes (The sole reason I read these blogs is cuz the doctors say that overuse of computers has led to dry eyes and I need to use some eye-drops. Saves me some money.)

2. When I am talking to some junior employees, and impressing them with my keen intellect, sharp memory and mind-blowing wits, and a school friend calls up on phone and screams out loud, “abey bc, kahan g**** mara raha hai”, I feel so humbled. Oh wait , or is it called humiliated?

3. Suppose God exists. I sometimes wonder how God must be blushing with Humility everytime an atheist refuses to believe in him branding him too fantastic to be true. I feel the same when people call me arrogant unable to handle my humility.

The list goes on and on…….

4. Sometimes, in bed when the girl cries out loud in pain, in ecstasy, “DON’T STOP. GO ON. YOU ARE THE BEST!” I feel humbled by the power to spread happiness that I have.

In your humble service

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J

*As the legend goes, I was so humble that I refused to come out of my mother’s womb (because I knew that being a male child (and a richly endowed one at that), I will get everyone’s attention. My grandmothers will go crazy with happiness, singing merrily in my praise. Humaare toh kanha ne janam liya hai). My mother was writhing in pain, the midwife tried her level best but all in vain. Then my father came in the room, and prophesized, he is such a strong-willed child, he will become a great man one day. It was at this moment that I popped out, again out of humility. -Psalm 72

** Just a half-hearted attempt but something is better than nothing. :)