Saturday, 13 October 2018

BE HAPPY

Where does happiness lie? For my year old granddaughter it is in small things like for instance a cardboard box. She could spent hours playing with it. She is happy with it.

In conjunction with Sri Edaikkadar Siddhar Jayanthi (02/10/2018) / Sri Ramalinga Swamigal Jayanthi (05/10/2018) / Sri Vanmeegar Siddhar Jayanthi (12/10/2018) Thondu Seivom and Amudha Surabhi volunteers distributed buns and drinks to the homeless in KL City last night.









The 200 paxs was quickly taken up by the street dwellers. Just as we gathered to return home, the Pertiwi Soup Kitchen moved in to serve food to the homeless. We stayed back to watch them set up and go about serving the unfortunate. We had the pleasure of meeting Datuk Munirah Abdul Hamid, founder of Pertiwi Soup Kitchen. She had initiated this movement to feed the hungry. She extended an invitation to us to collaborate in feeding the hungry jointly. That was an honor for us.



http://english.astroawani.com/lifestyle-videos/donna-episode-6-datuk-munirah-abdul-hamid-founder-pertiwi-soup-kitchen-156658

https://www.themalaysianinsight.com/v/9312


Similarly some time back, we had the opportunity to meet a couple of Samaritans, Joycelyn Lee and Andrea Tan who initiated the Pit Stop Community Cafe,  when we dropped in on them while carrying out a Medical Camp in the streets.

https://agathiyarvanam.blogspot.com/2018/02/medical-camp.html

When Joanna Lumley covered a story about India, I was saddened to see a young mother mention that she grew up on the platform and now has to raise her child there too. I was in for a rude shock last night as I stood to watch the homeless fall into line to receive the food served by the Pertiwi Kitchen Soup. I heard a voice over my shoulders and turned back. A man on the streets began to run me through on what was taking place. He informed me about the frequency of the Soup Kitchens that serviced the area, adding that the food was good. He was in his sixties too. He told me his grandpa used to sweep the streets while he played on the pavements then. I was taken aback to hear that he has spent his whole life living on the streets. He spoke proudly about his job though, disposing trash from the restaurants in the vicinity, where he is paid a wage. He takes a couple of drinks (liquor) and knocks himself out at night before looking forward to another bright sunny day. He was so cheerful. He had no worries about the next moment. With him were a couple of ladies and a teenager. As I bid them farewell, I could not come to terms with those who had a roof over their heads, a family, and food on their table but yet kept on complaining endlessly on their misfortunes. 

A Gnani goes through the mill, perfecting his body and mind to a state of happiness. The rich, working their way to more riches find happiness in entertaining their fellowship. The poor too, though having no choice and no hope, make good of what is available at hand and still are able to put a smile on their faces. I realize it is all in the mind. End of the day its all about happiness. Do what will make you happy.