Z,he,a log of wood and me:

Its always a nice feeling for me to hear a familiar sound or to see familiar face. When i got a call from the old vodafone number i didnt hesitate to pic, because i was sure it's not a call to tell me about a new defect in my module. He sounded calm and asked me whether i was free. He was in trouble, 3-4 kilometers from my place he is stuck somewhere and he want me to pic him up along with a log of wood. It was twenty two thirty railway time. I went to pic him up and the scene was terrible, he was in a bike and log was too big for both of us to manage. We need a 3 plus wheeler. Friends and phone contacts are used only when there is a need, otherwise very less phone calls and forwards. He tried a couple of numbers including his room mates, i was surprised nobody was ready to help us. Upon this we started to talk a bit of philosophy-"We can't blame them, they are never used to such stuff, how can a software engineer carry a log of wood."- etc etc.

Later when we checked the phone book towards the end of the list we found a name and called him. He was ready to help but he work in an owl village, can't come out before 12. So we have one hour left to gossip around many things, mainly girls, girl friends, girls getting married, girl trends, girl....One hour went like 1 minute, and we saw a big round head light, it seemed like somebody responded to our SOS message. The person who came , lets call him Z. We were expecting two head lights instead of one but Z is a capable guy, with lots of experiance in carrying big and nasty logs. Z single handedly managed the situation and soon they started the bike keeping the log between the rider and the pillion. And they successfully delivered the big log.

What surprised me is the patience of my friend and the humane nature of Z. Both of them are my friends and i am proud of them. The wood log* was hardly an aquaintance of any of us, my friend know him thats all. If you help a friend its ordinary but if you help a stranger then its extra-ordinary. When myself and Z went back to take our bike from the spot after taking the drunk guy to his home, Z even made sure he found the lost shoe of the drunk guy. A kind and helping heart is very hard to find now a days.

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* I don't know who he is and i dont think i will be able to recognise him now. I sincerly apologize calling him a log of wood. But i couldnt find any other name. Sorry dude.