As his car stopped again only after making a countable rotations, Sanjay's vacillation appeared to his word this time. Nodding to the old temple of some unknown goddess alongside the road, he murmured - 'O god ! Why did you make these poors in the world? What can they give to the world? They are just an obstacle to the world's progress as they encumber the important people like me.'
Sanjay had come to Kolkata for two prime purposes. He had a business meeting with one of the renowned trader in Salt lake and he had to thank goddess Kali for his fulfilled business successes. He was to reach the famous Dakshineswar temple for sure . It was difficult to sense even for him that his meet to the goddess Kali was mandatory for the devotion he had or for making room to next offering once he could make for next success . Whatever be the reason , but he was quintessentially representing the people who turn religious once they hit the much coveted fame and prosperity.
Sanjay was a famous icon in the southern suburb of the city now. Not that he did not toiled to achieve and maintain the status quo, not that he did not go thorough the Crest -troughs contour of the sought after affluence he embraced , but there was something that kept him out of the ilk of zillions , who worked hard similar to or even more than Sanjay, but still collapsed to garner even a bit of what he had. Luck is indeed where preparation meets opportunity .
The driver got the chance to ride the car once again - of course at snail pace and for short while. It was five in the evening already and Sanjay was tensed that he won't be able to catch up his plans. So was his driver somewhere , perhaps, for not being able help his master in this regard.
Looking towards the window pan and trying to be relieved , Sanjay heaved a ostensible sigh of relief .
What was the date when he moved Kolkata ? He could not remember the date. Nothing was eccentric in that . He too would be convinced with the same some years back . The brains with inadequately filled stomach can think only to meet the next end or the next day and strictly not to the numbers that come and go in the lives of poors. Such days and numbers are the jewels of rich, who always seek an excuse to be happy . But, perhaps , he too was not agreed now. While his car was moving ahead, Sanjay got enough time to ruminate back in his past.
The year was 2008 . The river Kosi was proving its sobriquet ' Sorrow of Bihar' apt. Kishanganj region of Supaul was heavily affected by the flood . People were forced to vacate the place with their little basic paraphernalia. Sanjay, an unemployed literate or better to say a disguised employed farmer, was bound to leave the place with his small family. Already anxious of his struggling life, Sanjay looked to the the flood water nearby and murmured in the sky with tears - ' O God! Why did you give birth to poor people like me ? Of what use are we in this world? Why do you test always to poors? '
With not much money and wealth, he preferred to stay with his one acquaintance in slum region of north Kolkata. This disaster too would have been taken casually , if political parties were not trying to consider this flood a perk for their success in forth coming election. The paper works were magically fast this time and the promises to the villagers were fulfilled soon.
Sanjay unwillingly emulated his friend and invested part of precious amount he had as flood relief compensation in construction business, while part in lobbying political influences to keep the former running. His luck made a toss- this time a good one- and he earned the rainbow soon. Most often, money brings intelligence as well. Sanjay started his own business with the winning amount with some partners in Kolkata. Heydays didn't took too long to arrive.
The traffic was not much by now. The driver picked up the gear once again to make a swerve and reach the rendezvous temple . But, Somewhere Sanjay was realizing 'the swerve' that affluence imprints on one's thought.
PS : This story is just a product of my imagination and I am learning to imagine strong plots. :)
Sanjay had come to Kolkata for two prime purposes. He had a business meeting with one of the renowned trader in Salt lake and he had to thank goddess Kali for his fulfilled business successes. He was to reach the famous Dakshineswar temple for sure . It was difficult to sense even for him that his meet to the goddess Kali was mandatory for the devotion he had or for making room to next offering once he could make for next success . Whatever be the reason , but he was quintessentially representing the people who turn religious once they hit the much coveted fame and prosperity.
Sanjay was a famous icon in the southern suburb of the city now. Not that he did not toiled to achieve and maintain the status quo, not that he did not go thorough the Crest -troughs contour of the sought after affluence he embraced , but there was something that kept him out of the ilk of zillions , who worked hard similar to or even more than Sanjay, but still collapsed to garner even a bit of what he had. Luck is indeed where preparation meets opportunity .
The driver got the chance to ride the car once again - of course at snail pace and for short while. It was five in the evening already and Sanjay was tensed that he won't be able to catch up his plans. So was his driver somewhere , perhaps, for not being able help his master in this regard.
Looking towards the window pan and trying to be relieved , Sanjay heaved a ostensible sigh of relief .
What was the date when he moved Kolkata ? He could not remember the date. Nothing was eccentric in that . He too would be convinced with the same some years back . The brains with inadequately filled stomach can think only to meet the next end or the next day and strictly not to the numbers that come and go in the lives of poors. Such days and numbers are the jewels of rich, who always seek an excuse to be happy . But, perhaps , he too was not agreed now. While his car was moving ahead, Sanjay got enough time to ruminate back in his past.
The year was 2008 . The river Kosi was proving its sobriquet ' Sorrow of Bihar' apt. Kishanganj region of Supaul was heavily affected by the flood . People were forced to vacate the place with their little basic paraphernalia. Sanjay, an unemployed literate or better to say a disguised employed farmer, was bound to leave the place with his small family. Already anxious of his struggling life, Sanjay looked to the the flood water nearby and murmured in the sky with tears - ' O God! Why did you give birth to poor people like me ? Of what use are we in this world? Why do you test always to poors? '
With not much money and wealth, he preferred to stay with his one acquaintance in slum region of north Kolkata. This disaster too would have been taken casually , if political parties were not trying to consider this flood a perk for their success in forth coming election. The paper works were magically fast this time and the promises to the villagers were fulfilled soon.
Sanjay unwillingly emulated his friend and invested part of precious amount he had as flood relief compensation in construction business, while part in lobbying political influences to keep the former running. His luck made a toss- this time a good one- and he earned the rainbow soon. Most often, money brings intelligence as well. Sanjay started his own business with the winning amount with some partners in Kolkata. Heydays didn't took too long to arrive.
The traffic was not much by now. The driver picked up the gear once again to make a swerve and reach the rendezvous temple . But, Somewhere Sanjay was realizing 'the swerve' that affluence imprints on one's thought.
PS : This story is just a product of my imagination and I am learning to imagine strong plots. :)
