Its Payback Time!

 

People say there are certain stages in life. I agree. Education I had, employment I got and I married, and as a corollary had kids. Settled in life, to put in common parlance.The next stage is as people say, paying back to the society.I looked back –  I had taken so much help from many a people but did not help anybody so far! I thought this is time to help somebody. After all what is life? Help somebody; see the gratitude in their eyes. My mind was prepared but not so prepared was my pocket. So I thought I should help people in such a way that it does not create a dent in my purse and does not give an opportunity to my wife to grill me.

Balancing At The Top

 

My manager called me for a meeting early in the morning. Usually he does not call unless he gets some great idea (what he thinks great) and since his mind is always busy in routine matters, the great ideas rarely come to his mind. I felt something else is cooking up. Anyway first thing I thought I should do is to see that it is not something against me. I thought I should go immediately, before anybody else, so that I can have informal thoughts about the subject matter and dilute if it is something affecting me and think about what I should do if it is something else.

Hammering the Last Screw On the Balance Sheet

 

Ramphal Singh is one of my old friends. He is an interior decorator by profession and firmly believed that everything could be covered up by some good workmanship- including the financial statements. He was the one who suggested that the outer cover of the financials we give does not match with the white paper inside.He called me. “Our bankers are scheduled to meet me, give me some hints to explain my financial position. I am having some good jobs on hand this year and I need bank facilities to complete them” he said.

Red Flower On A Yellow T Shirt

I was a happy man driving back home from work. Not many a days I had this feeling. For once, today, my boss acknowledged that I work hard. He also gave me something to cheer up… two VIP tickets worth Dhs.1000 each, to a festival fund raising match!

We Indians are cricket fans. We might not know our bank balance as of date, but we know exactly how much runs Sachin has scored as of now. We know almost everything from ‘leg before’ to ‘super sub’ and majority of us know reasonably well that when we say ‘power play’ has ended it does not refer to the Dalmiya period, but to the fielding restrictions.

Such is our craze for cricket that we have ignored other games. Like for example, I felt all of a sudden uncomfortable when I looked at the tickets. The tickets were for a football match. I would have jumped in joy had it been for a game of cricket. Nevertheless, it is two tickets of Dhs.1000 each!

The Mega Barter

“Did Suma’s husband call you?” Asked my wife.

“No. what’s the matter?” I was sure there is something.

“May be he will call you tomorrow.” She said and kept quiet.

That is called the Bollywood style of creating suspense. My wife knows for sure he is going to call me, knows the subject matter, and still keeps it a suspense!

Wardrobe Malfunction

 

“My friend Sunitha called me. I was about to call you… then I remembered you had told me that you are busy the whole day” my wife was jiggling with joy.

“Which Sunitha?” I enquired as usual.

“You do not know her. We were great friends in college. Then she took up fashion designing. She is a professional fashion designer now. She was stitching all my clothes before my marriage” my wife was proud in telling this. I did not get why she has to be so proud!

“She is your friend and also your tailor…OK… what does she want now?”

The Lost Chance!

 

My wife was busy picking up the grocery items at the super market. Since it was the weekend, the supermarket was busy. My wife does not want my contributions into the trolley, though I was pushing it. She does not want my interference in her job just like me. Even if I venture to put some items into the trolley, they would be removed and kept back by my wife at the cash counter and I am seasoned enough to understand that.   

I had no specific job to do you see therefore I was lazily pushing the trolley. My son was sitting in the trolley looking all around. Occasionally I would steal a look here and there when I see some nice ladies; the next moment I reassure myself that neither my busy wife nor my four year old son has any clue about my ‘phishing‘out at the supermarket!

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