One of my friends
I'm one guy who is proud of his friends. And I have a lot of them to be proud of. This story is about one of them (one of the best guys I've ever seen), whom I'll cal S in the story.
A muslim brat - though his religion is inconsequential for the story, the fact that he is a brat is very significant - we became close while we were in standard 6. In my division, all were the studious idiots who never knew what masturbation or sex means, who never wanted to try smoking, never failed to do something which the teacher asked. And the other division, in which he belonged, was full of what the "cultured people" call `hooligans'. And I was one guy who was neither.
So we met, became friends and formed a gang of hooligans, and were proud of our tag. Remember I told you the story about K? He became the leader as he was the eldest and the worst guy around.
Years passed by and we entered college. By that time, S made a very good rapport with my mom and dad, the relationship with the latter was quite surprising. My dad never likes or gives a shit about any one of us. But even he started to like the guy.
S was never one who is interested in academics. The fact that it took 7 attempts to clear his papers during +2 bears witness for this. Thus he failed, while we all went ahead with our studies to reach graduation level. But in life as such, we were always together, as I never had the habit of attending classes (2 per cent attendence in all the three years). And he was there at our college from the morning. In short, there was no difference between him and any one of the students.
Later when I left the place to pursue for my post graduation in philosophy, S stayed back at home, doing odd jobs for my mom and dad and to many others whom he liked. He then joined a private company as their cash collection agent and was doing relatively well, I heard.
One of those days, I got a call from my mom saying she needed 5,000 for a reason that she cannot ask my dad. Now, I'm this guy who is supposed to be resourcefull. And as usual, I told her no problem, I'll take care of the money part. I'm resourceful, but not rich. I can only network. I call him up in the evening, told mom needs money, and the next morning after my dad left for work, he handed over the money to her. I was proud: about him and about me who can get things done.
Later I realised that he had taken the money out of the collection amount to give it to my mom. He is not rich. In fact, he was pretty poor. He couldn't pay it back on time and was dismissed from the company for "swindling money". He could never get a job after that. His dad died in the meanwhile, leaving him and his very old mom all for themselves, struggling to meet the metaphorical ends.
Years later, I'm working here, though not earning much almost never getting it on time, I still have a job which is widely respected by people outside the field.
S? He is in Cyprus, a place he never knew that existed till he was desperate for a job, digging trenches for sewage system there.
The resourceful me is now sitting in front of this computer, in an AC room..
A muslim brat - though his religion is inconsequential for the story, the fact that he is a brat is very significant - we became close while we were in standard 6. In my division, all were the studious idiots who never knew what masturbation or sex means, who never wanted to try smoking, never failed to do something which the teacher asked. And the other division, in which he belonged, was full of what the "cultured people" call `hooligans'. And I was one guy who was neither.
So we met, became friends and formed a gang of hooligans, and were proud of our tag. Remember I told you the story about K? He became the leader as he was the eldest and the worst guy around.
Years passed by and we entered college. By that time, S made a very good rapport with my mom and dad, the relationship with the latter was quite surprising. My dad never likes or gives a shit about any one of us. But even he started to like the guy.
S was never one who is interested in academics. The fact that it took 7 attempts to clear his papers during +2 bears witness for this. Thus he failed, while we all went ahead with our studies to reach graduation level. But in life as such, we were always together, as I never had the habit of attending classes (2 per cent attendence in all the three years). And he was there at our college from the morning. In short, there was no difference between him and any one of the students.
Later when I left the place to pursue for my post graduation in philosophy, S stayed back at home, doing odd jobs for my mom and dad and to many others whom he liked. He then joined a private company as their cash collection agent and was doing relatively well, I heard.
One of those days, I got a call from my mom saying she needed 5,000 for a reason that she cannot ask my dad. Now, I'm this guy who is supposed to be resourcefull. And as usual, I told her no problem, I'll take care of the money part. I'm resourceful, but not rich. I can only network. I call him up in the evening, told mom needs money, and the next morning after my dad left for work, he handed over the money to her. I was proud: about him and about me who can get things done.
Later I realised that he had taken the money out of the collection amount to give it to my mom. He is not rich. In fact, he was pretty poor. He couldn't pay it back on time and was dismissed from the company for "swindling money". He could never get a job after that. His dad died in the meanwhile, leaving him and his very old mom all for themselves, struggling to meet the metaphorical ends.
Years later, I'm working here, though not earning much almost never getting it on time, I still have a job which is widely respected by people outside the field.
S? He is in Cyprus, a place he never knew that existed till he was desperate for a job, digging trenches for sewage system there.
The resourceful me is now sitting in front of this computer, in an AC room..
posted by greyMatter at 9:14 AM
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