My Experience with LIFE -1

I remember my personal experience which follows the bed of grapples and deep pangs; a person once upon a time in life rejected me because of my poverty which God bestowed to me. Oh! ‘Imran you know in which class you belong to, first look at your impecunious condition of your home and then talk and imagine these things’. Indeed, my poverty, my life ruined me here – poverty has no wings and miracles.

Syed Tajamul Imran
January 30, 2017 0 Comments OPINION 186 Views

Life continues to flow and float at periphery, Ah!
New grooves and new dances are ahead.
The world appears to me a pool of abject and selfishness. People’s actions here are motivated by their selfish desires, nature and they always feather their own nest. It is impulse which makes them to love others and care for them. Who doesn’t know that in this world almost everybody flatters, fondles with, obeys and tries to please the bread earner in the family! Everyone is at his beck and call. He is the most important person in the family, only because he satisfies the needs of the rest of the family. While as the good-for-nothing idle members are shown mere lip sympathy or formal regard and more often are disregarded and reproached for being a burden on the earning hands. The other side of the picture is this; if you can add to the pleasure of others in your company, they will celebrate and patronize your success and be part of it. If you happened to be fortunes favorite, they will gather and kiss you as if you are the nectar to their long searches for taste. You are counted as the most capable and benevolent. You become a family name and the beat of heart to them.
But all is not rosy and rapturous all time, when you start bewailing your poverty, sorrows and sufferings; why should others weep with you or why should they feel pangs over their pleasures in social life by confining themselves in your shoddy company? In their hearts they will say “Go to hell, you idiot”, you are not at their line rather unworthy before there stone –hearts. They go on and keeping their own lives at their green meadows and salubrious, they are sadistic while their life is full of roses; they go on finding faults in your decisions and your approach to life. They never consider the faith or working of the God.
I remember my personal experience which follows the bed of grapples and deep pangs; a person once upon a time in life rejected me because of my poverty which God bestowed to me. Oh! ‘Imran you know in which class you belong to, first look at your impecunious condition of your home and then talk and imagine these things’. Indeed, my poverty, my life ruined me here – poverty has no wings and miracles.
Since, the wound is so deep in my loathed and poor heart and mind that whenever I see and met a poor boy lonely at anyplace or anywhere, my eyes gets wet, heart fell in pangs and tears start to roll down on my face . Wait, hold on it did not stop here, once a closest person had to choose between me and his job of Rs 3500 per month, he left me. But life as always was at war with me, I lost my Grandparents in a time when I needed them most. My friends or I may call them sadistic friends, during my studies showed me stars, high hopes and some among them said let you complete your studies, you don’t have to leave home for job again but when the time came, they refused and molested their own promises, even a friend once on phone said, Who Tajamul is this? I remember when I was 13 years old, my father fled his salary for 1.5 months in order to buy me school-uniform, now as I’m owning good money, name and fame but I look at those days every day to remember where I came from.
I know once a friend wished to visit my home, back in 2009, I refused as I thought if he will know about my muddy and shoddy house, he will not talk with me more then, 7 years down the line we both are best friends and I know if I would have given him a chance to visit me that time, we would have not make it till date as they say Money matter, I may be wrong this time but this is what life has taught me rung by rung.
Once my beloved father requested a person to help us in order to get salary of his (my father’s) on time, he refused to help us, he refused to give us credit not only that when I visited his home for the same as a child he abused me, Time passed last year his Children’s came to my home and requested for help, this time I didn’t repeated what they did, I did what my parents have taught me, I tried and succeed in helping them, that is what makes my parents different.
Today in this struggling phase, I must thank everybody, whosoever rejected me because of my poverty or because of being me, If you all would have not rejected me and would have supported me in building my dreams I believe I would have lost myself. I may have surrendered myself to my desires and I swear there is nothing as good as living to fulfill your dreams.
Author is student of MBA

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