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Saturday, January 7, 2012

Who is the Traitor and Who is the Exploiter?

I cannot forget these words as it was from my very best friend who mistook me for a case of not returning his Rs. 3500/- Ten years before. For every thing he will be there for me that days. It was 14 years friendship. I was helpless because I was not a good earning member that time. But my vague faith on him didn't helped to discover some inner problems he had with me because of this. It was that which made me left stranded on the streets by my friends at a time when I haven't studied anything about life at all. I was in my early twenties that time.  I had only 300 bucks with me, alongside with me my life partner and my belongings. Don't know where to go and what to do? I was on the quest to find a way to expose my talents. I was seeking hardly for some opportunities. Finally nobody to help and my best friend even left me. I didn't had a friend in need.

Years rolled on. Life's hard lessons are not easy to digest. Somebody must look through it or at least should say about it. It was the work I undertook in my lecturer days. I know very well the road is not always going to be clear. So I talked to them about these things because I was fond of them. I pictured them what is exactly going to be life. Youngsters actually hate advice. They have used the power of social media to the level of hell to comment about me badly and to deal in immoral activities to put me, my hard earned money and my hard earned reputation down.

Even in these days I was still longing for a good opportunity to expose myself. But once for all the deeds of the people whom I taught have left me stranded once again in streets. This time the loss is huge which I don't know I can be able to recover. The money belonged to many hard earners including my Mother who said her EMI for the loan will not end up to she gets retired. But the people with their immaturity they closed everything. They brainwashed my team. They brainwashed a loyal friend of mine I had then and there. And also I had one similar to Judas Iscariot with me. But everything is lost at last including my Dreams and Ambitions. Nobody was there to believe me. I was cornered and helpless.

Now recently I got a comment for a post in this blog from one of my student. The same old range of comments but this time in a humble manner. To be clear this particular person have his parents in Gulf Country earning more and he is even spared to buy a CANON EOS 5D camera which costs more than 60,000 bucks because he or his family is well settled. Not to bother about money.  

I used to dream of buying something like that six years before but the low middle class stage of family inhibited me from doing so. Still I have it in dreams only. Also I have to take care of my own family and its daily food expenses even. Now the loss incurred because of their amateur comments and actions is huge without even a single way to compensate. I have to spend my entire life or somebody like my mother have to spare her entire salary up to her retirement to rebuild it.

Now who is the traitor and who is the exploiter? 


Who or What gives this courage to people like this. Is it because of the wealth or materialistic power they have with them because of their parents. Or a personality without basic Morality. Who is going to take the responsibility of these ill deeds. I know No one will be there as many who did such deeds have more money power, more place for enjoying girls, dance and booze.

In Malayalam I use to call them as "Samskaram illaathha Parishkarigal"

I remember a word my HOD says to students "Exploit your faculties". Being exploited by my friends, exploited by my relations, exploited by my co-workers, exploited by my students...Guyzz I got Exploited too much. Enough of it. Never make me to exploit all of you. I have lot to do in this world. No time for foul plays. Concentrate on your self development mainly in all moral aspects beyond technical aspects. Everyone will reap for what they have sowed. That is the silly cosmic rule.


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