Doing the right thing!

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Every morning the atmosphere in and around my house is very cheerful and it was even high-spirited on the fine morning of Dussera festival. All credit of making the house more lively goes to my loving mother and mainly to my colourful father. He has this wonderful habit of getting up early and enchanting the whole house with mantras and worshipping gods for about an hour. On the occasion everyone was in brighter mood than usual. After my father finished decorating the house and his office with flowers and wreaths he came to me to take me to a nearby Ganesha temple. The temple is placed on a small hill about 4 Kms aways from my village. I got ready quickly as I always find going to this beautiful place very much soothing. We were on our way to the temple on a two wheeler when this little incident happened and it taught me a thing.

We took off from the house and soon halted as our bike ran out of fuel. Our bike running out of fuel wasn't a new thing for us, my father seemed little annoyed but I was still calm as a petrol pump was just 300 meters ahead. My father tried blowing air into the fuel tank but it didn't help. So I dragged the bike to the petrol pump and filled the fluid. Don't know why but calling it fluid than fuel feels more fitting. Then I tried powering it up many times, it's not like it didn't start but as I began to accelerate it again went off. This went on for some time and alternatively we tried to make it start. My father said there had to be air trapped inside carburetor as he had blown into the tank. Then one suggested opening petrol pipe and letting petrol go a little so that the air trapped also goes out, we did it to help none. Tired I engaged into my mobile to share Dussera photos while my father gave another failed try of letting out patrol from carburetor's outlet this time. Since we had tried everything we could and had lost much of energy and time we finally decided to find a garage. So again 300 to 400 meters back towards village I dragged the dramatic bike to a garage. While I was gazing at photos in my mobile to my surprise a garageman did something on the another side of the bike than we had tried and in just 3 mins he powered the bike up. Well I thought we have given hands and tried many things so he has hands and did a thing! He said there was little water trapped and he refused to take any money. Our hearts didn't agree on buying it for free as we only knew the trouble we had and efforts we had lost.

While praying before lord Ganesha and the whole drama being still fresh in my eyes, I realized the importance of doing things right. I would want keep a note to myself that doing many things may not matter but doing a right thing does matter.