I, as an individual hold “generosity” in high regards of all values a human must possess. Because that is what makes a human “A Human”. If your heart is unmoved and untouched by other’s misery then you are just any other specie born on earth, scientifically called Homo-sapiens and just a link of this eco-system. Nothing great to brag about, right?
And my very idea of being a human was shaped up by my father and in due course of my life I have met many people (some in my contact list and some unknown) who made me hold on to this value very dearly.
Talking about my inspiration, my father I would like to quote one thing best describing his outlook
“Exhibiting a value you believe in need no audience and no appreciation in reciprocation “
Yes this is how he was. I would like to mention one incident from his life that would suit the quote mentioned above perfectly:
We were having dinner when there was a knock at the door. “Who it could be” was our question and when the door was opened my father found a neighbour of one our acquaintance in that area standing in front of him. “Yes, what happened he enquired. They seemed to be in a hurry to finish matters “woh jo aapki bhasha bolte hain na unki tabiyat bahut kharaab hai aur ghar pe koi nahi. Aakar dekh lijiye” (the one who speaks the same language as you is seriously ill and no one is around, come and check upon him) and left. It would be surely a wastage of space discussing such shallow minds here so I skip to the situation. When my father reached there the situation was worse than what he thought. That person was suffering all alone with dire cholera, lying in a pool of his own puke and faeces. That was a gross scenario to recreate. My father took him to the hospital immediately singlehandedly. Meanwhile he himself was drenched as that man puked on my father as well but that didn’t deter him from exhibiting the value he believes in. He served him whole heartedly and took care of him in hospital for two days at the expense of his own comfort till his family was back. But at the end that man for some reasons which my father had no knowledge of written off everything and uttered really mean stuff against my father. But as a real gentleman he was, he didn’t hold any grudge against him. When poked at being so generous always he said “neither his misery was planned by him nor my help was seek so why make an issue of an intentional act on my part. I was not expecting any accolades for what I did. And anyways we must not keep a count of our good deeds at least, someone else is already doing it”.
I have always seen him in this light. No complications whatsoever when reacting as a human to the other’s pain.
Coming back to the question “whether values can be passed as inheritance or not?” Frankly, I am clueless. But surely to keep the values alive they need to be drilled in day in and day out. Since children imitate well it’s only through practice of values we care for, we can pass on to them the legacy, period! Had I not seen my father as a generous soul, doing his bit relentlessly how would I believe in such values?