Strangers are Dangerous ...... Really????

"Mumma Told Me dont be talking to a Stranger, Dont be talking to a stranger, Stranger is danger"

Yes right from our childhood, we are always told not to talk to strangers, not to take any favors from the ones u dont know, beware of the faces who are not known to you.........

Seems logical when you hear or see the things happening around you.. Surf any new channel and you will see a lot of "Sansani", "Crime Diaries" or "Vardaats" happening around the world and you are scared even to trust the ones you know, leave alone the "STRANGERS"..........

But when I come to think about it, is all the humanity in this world vanished? ... Are we actually living in a jungle?

I find myself lucky to have had experiences contrary to these, and would like to share few of them with you all, just to show my gratitude towards those strange faces, who had helped me in the times I found to be tough.... I dont even remember some of these faces, and they were absolute strangers when they helped me, most of them I could not thank, and yet till date I could not forget what they did for me..........

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It was the time of my college when I used to travel by bus or six seaters to and fro. It used to cost me Rs.5/- one side. This day I was travelling back from college to home with one of my frnd who used to get down two stops before mine. We were chatting and having fun as usual. When she was about to reach her stop she took out her purse to pay, when I stopped her and told her that I will pay for her tat day. We used to do that more often. So she agreed, got down at her stop, waived bye to me, and walked towards her home. My home was almost 10 mins walking (2 kms) from my stop and I had the habit of keeping the money ready in my hand before getting down. So the moment the six seater started again, I opened my purse to remove money (Rs.10/-) from it.

Ohhh !! Just to find that I have forgotten my wallet at college. I was so embarassed, I did not know what to do. My face turned pale, as I knew how rude these rickshawwala can be at times. The very thought of that person shouting at me in front of all the passengers filled my eyes with tears. Simultaneosly I was also searching for my wallet, which by this time I was sure, I had forgotten in the college locker.

A female sitting opposite to me in a Burqha was observing me for a long time. At last she asked me "Kya hua, purse bhool gaye" (What happened? Did u forget the purse somewhere?) I nodded and explained her my prob. She asked me where am I supposed to get down. I told her my stop. She was to get down at one stop prior to me. She smiled and said dont wrry I will pay for you. (I was so embarrased to mention that I also need to pay for my friend).

She got down at her stop, paid for all three of us, turned to me and said "i hv paid for you two". The only thing I could say was "I will pay you back tomorrow". The six seater started again and I realized I did not ask her name, I couldnt see her face as if was covered with burqah, I didnt know where she stays ..... How was I supposed to return back the money.... Moreover I didnt even thank her .... :(

Though it wasnt a big amount, the generosity a stranger showed was enourmous.... She saved me from all the embarrassment I would have had to face, without any expectation.....


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I m travelling a little more back in my memory lane. This is the incident tat happend when I was in my 8th std. We were staying in the Air Force Station area (since my father was serving that time), and were not very much used to travel by bus (never alone for sure). Air Force Station is supposed to be outter Pune and it is almost 8-9 kms from the station. One of my aunt stays somewhere around the station area, and this particular day I am talking of, I had my Maternal Uncle visiting us.

So all of us decided to visit this aunt of mine, and since we did not have a car that time, my mom and dad were to go on their bike, and my bro and uncle on Uncle's bike. Remains, me and my younger cousin bro (he was 4 yrs old at that time). So I convinced my dad, that I will travel by bus (I found it to be thrilling to travel by bus alone, may be I wanted to show of that I am grown up enough to take care of myself :D). Dad asked me the final time "do you know where you have to get down?" and I said confidentally "Yes". We boarded the bus, whose last stop was Corporation (its about 7 kms from Station). And as the nightmare comes true at times, I just couldnt remember the stop I had to get down and reached Corporation instead of Station.

Everyone started to get down as it was the last stop. We were travelling in the night and it was almost 8pm tat time. I asked the conductor about where we were, and came to know tat we r at the last stop. I was scared to death. I told him I want to go to station, and he said, I will have to catch the next bus to Station and go back.

That time I saw two young guys approaching us. My cousin was too small to understand anything. These guys asked me about where do I need to go and what happend? All the weird thoughts started crossing my mind. I did not want to reveal all the details to them, as I didnt want to trust them. But somehow, they were the only hope I could see that time. They told me not to be scared and they would drop us to Station. They spoke to the conductor and asked him about the next bus to station.

The bus was to go to Station in 10 mins. They stayed by our side for 10 mins and the bus started back. In the mid way I saw my dad and uncle coming towards corporation in search of us. I shouted on the top of my voice and was so relieved to see them. These guys asked the conductor to stop the bus, and let us get down. I held my cousins hand and ran towards my dad. He seemed worried too. I explained him what happend and turned back just to see those two faces moving away with the bus, smiling. They were not supposed to go back to the station. They might have got down at the next stop and caught a bus back to Corporation.

They even paid our fare. And I didnt even Thank them....... Complete Strangers, they took this trouble to help a girl who was so naive to the outer world and had always been over protected by her family......

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Recently, my bro lost his cell on his way back to home. He dropped it on the way and realized only when he was home. We had lost all the hopes of getting it back. Just then we got a call from his number. There were two guys on the other line. They asked us about the cell, confirmed whether it does belong to us and called us to collect it from them. My bro went and there were these two young guys who were supposed to go for function when they found the cell. They returned it back to bro and went away. My bro insisted to pay them something or treat them with something. They refused............ Strangers..........

There are many small incidents that had happend in our life (might have happend in ur lives too) which make us believe in humanity.... Which make us believe that not all the strange faces are dangerous..... We need to believe in goodness of heart, goodness of being humans.......

And through this post I am taking an opportunity to say thanks to all those, who knowingly or unknowingly have helped in or supported me in my times of need......... and whom I just could not thank or whose faces or names I just cannot remember now.........

But I will always remember to believe in goodness and in god....... coz of you all.............