Small Story 784
The True Beauty of Life Lies in Character and Good Manners
After retiring from his position as a Headmaster, Ramaiah returned to his native place, T. Narasipur, a few kilometres from Mysore. He owned an old ancestral property with a spacious 1,600-square-foot house, which had remained locked and unoccupied for several years.
Both Ramaiah and his wife, Pankaja, liked the peaceful atmosphere of their native place. Another advantage was its proximity to Mysore, where their son Swamy lived with his wife and their five-year-old son, Dhiraj. Swamy was working in a bank and had chosen not to pursue a promotion because he wanted to remain close to his parents and take care of them.
Soon after settling in T. Narasipur, Ramaiah developed a pleasant routine. During his morning walks, he became acquainted with two retired government employees of his own age. Both had served in the Revenue Department and had also returned to their respective native places with their wives after retirement. They quickly became good friends because they shared similar interests and were on the same wavelength.
Every morning, after completing their walk, the three friends visited a small Udupi hotel run by Hari Bhat. He was not only a good hotelier but also an excellent conversationalist. Over a cup of tea, they discussed various subjects for about half an hour before returning home.
One morning, Hari Bhat shared some exciting news.
"My grandson, who is studying in the United States, has invited me to attend his convocation ceremony. He has specifically requested that I come and be present on this special occasion."
His friends congratulated him and encouraged him to travel to the United States. One of them suggested, "Why don't you take one of us along? It would be nice to have company during the journey."
Hari Bhat immediately replied, "Certainly! I would be happy if any of you could accompany me."
However, the other two friends hesitated. Neither had close relatives or friends in the United States, and they were not particularly interested in making such a long journey.
Ramaiah smiled and said, "I have two former students settled in Atlanta. Every year, they invite me to visit them, but I have never felt interested in accepting their invitations."
His friends looked at him with curiosity.
He continued, "From my childhood, I have developed a particular outlook towards life. Whether it is good or bad, I have never developed a strong attachment to any particular object or place. I believe that physical beauty is not permanent, and our youth will never return once it has passed.
"When we visit a new place, we may enjoy its beauty and attractions for a few days. But that excitement does not necessarily last forever. As we grow older, our interests and priorities change.
"Even from my younger days, I have always felt as though I had seen enough of the world. This gradually led me to one conclusion: nothing in life is constant or permanent.
"Many people believe that beauty is everlasting and give great importance to physical appearance. But I do not agree. As age advances, the appearance of both men and women changes. Nobody retains the same youthful appearance throughout life.
"However, there are two qualities that I strongly believe can remain with us throughout our lives: **good character and good manners.**
"Physical beauty may fade, wealth may disappear, positions may change, and places may lose their attraction. But a person's character, honesty, kindness, and respectful behaviour can leave a lasting impression on others.
"That is what I consider the real beauty of a human being. This is simply my personal observation and philosophy of life. It has nothing to do with Hari Bhat's invitation to the United States!"
His friends smiled and appreciated his thoughtful explanation. They agreed that his observations had considerable truth and that character and good manners were indeed more valuable than external beauty or material possessions.
After finishing their tea, the three friends exchanged smiles, wished each other a good day, and went their separate ways.
K.Ragavan
