Thursday, February 19, 2009

I met this guy yesterday

I knew this guy who used to work with me a couple of months back, he was a ridicule of the group. I could see that he was mocked for his behavior and his style of organization dis-functioning and we could always see that he was a good for nothing guy holding an appointment that he did not deserve.
What little that i knew of his personal life was that he had a love marriage and had done it against the wishes of his parents, so i was made to understand and that he stayed with his wife in Delhi who apparently also worked in another company doing a reasonably good job.
A few months later, his wife's father expired and she was completely shattered, he was a huge support and ensured that she got it all, when her sole parent did not exist anymore, i knew this cause’ he shared the pain and anguish quite often with his peers.
Then one fine day, we all found there was this new guy in his division who apparently came over to take things ahead, from him. He was broken and completely taken aback, and with this unwarranted and untimely step of the company he worked for, he resigned and walked back home.
He surrendered the home that came as a part of the employment.
The problems had just begun.
With no job by his side, am sure things may have worsened. What i last heard about him was, that he had a marital discord and that he was put behind bars for a couple of days. We back at the office were traumatized to learn about all this, but i guess, we never thought so much, and things went down the memory lane and it seemed all over in our minds.
He never figured on our discussions and he never came as a reference point. But i guess, we all look at the other side of our lives and always see through people or there virtues when they are not around.
Just a couple of days back, he was on the telephone with me and i was unable to recognize his voice. I felt ashamed, but i tried hard to recollect, but could not. When i finally connected, i rejoiced at the thought that i was not gone and out and that i could still bank on my memory stick !!!
Then during the course of our discussions we discussed a lot that was happening around and this went back and forth. We discussed the good and bad times that we had together. He shared his view points and i cross fired, and we both laughed.
And then rather skeptical and anxious as i was, i asked him about his sojourns when he was not around. There was a stunned silence, he paused rather long, and i wanted to check whether he existed on the other side, he was there. His voice sounded heavier but was very much in control.
He told me that he went through a 'painful divorce', the way he explained it. He was on an interim bail and was working though lawyers for sorting out the issues. He never explained why he went to the prison, but am sure it had to do with his matrimonial discord or may be the outcomes that followed, am not sure.
He told me he had no job (and kind of lost out on many because he was on police remand), had gone though the divorce, parents had deserted him, was using his savings ( whatever was left of it) to fight the cases and yes, did not have a place to stay.
He was staying with relatives and 'friends', if any existed to meet the maxims of life.
But, he was happy and sounded very optimistic and told me he is going to bounce back soon.
Now i was, in a stunned sub-conscious silence, i could not understand the guy still. We have to live through our pace of problems, and it takes a little to throw us off the hook, but he was 'Steel' and he could still take it ON, nothing seemed difficult for him.
It surely seems that we have achieved and scaled wonders in our lives, and to top it all we take the high moral ground that we have been there and done all... all the time. But have we? We need to weed our own backyard, and walk out of hypocrisy and try coming clean, at least for now.
I have still not turned all the pages in my life, but the message which just got delivered will surely make the pages of my life a little more exciting to read, now.

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