The Power Of Faith

Afterward, when the dust had settled around us, we wondered how the man had stayed so calm during his narrative. Any ordinary man would have trembled with trepidation, cried in agony or even screamed in despair. His story was that of destitution, a streak of black splashed across what used to be a colorful picture. He was being drawn into the depths of despair and yet he was calm or as some suggested at that time, mad.

The year was 2008 and the world had plunged into its worst ever economic recession. Dubai had taken a bad hit. The employment rates were in a free fall. The number of people having to leave the country due to its effect was magnanimous. A wave of monotony had spread over the city. My family had been largely safe from its effect, that is till that fateful day when my uncle walked into our apartment to make an important announcement. Little did we expect of what he had to say that day. Little did we believe of what he said that day.

My uncle, Manjil sat across us. His face didn’t give away much. He was usually like this when he had something wonderful to reveal, like the final act of a magic trick that would blow us away. The whispers in the hallway had suggested his wife might have given birth to their first child. We waited with baited breaths. When the entire family had finally assembled, he began.

I have some news, the news will shock and amuse you in equal measure so I would suggest you don’t react immediately. Give it some time to sink, I’ve had to do the same.

This morning I received a call from my boss, Mr Madhwesh telling me that I no longer needed to show up for work. The company has filed for bankruptcy. In addition to this, the salary which is owed to me by the company for the last three months of work will not be paid. The same way I can’t payback any of my debts for the last three months. Anyways, I no longer have money to eat, drink or live here. So I will be leaving on the first flight I get home. Any queries you have about this issue will be answered by my secretary who has also been fired due to the economic crisis.

The family sat in silence. None of us were buying what he had to say. If he was sad he gave no hint of it. After an eerie silence, the room broke into
a chaotic commotion, with every member trying to offer help, commiserations and sympathy all at once. Finally when the commotion had melted into silence, he spoke again.

I appreciate all your offers for help, but I know a thousand other people who could use it more than me. Besides, I always hated that job.

He lied. He loved that job. But it was gone and he made every effort to convince us otherwise. And then he left. With not a penny in his pocket, not a clue of where he was going. All he knew was, it’d all work out in the end.

His optimism bordered on preposterous, but it was reassuring. He was a hard worker but he would need a lot more than that to start again and get his life back on track. Everything looked bleak but he refused to look at everything that way. He was determined he would build his life from the ground to up.

Fast forward five years, and now Manjil Nirala is a successful businessman. He went back home a destitute, with debt up to his knees. He now runs a chain of successful restaurants and helps other in situations such as his. His is a prominent example used in our family circles to show that we can achieve anything through perseverance. He refused to give up even at the worst of times and for this very reason he prevailed over his hardships. His own family doubted him but his faith has carried him over the line. His faith has carried him a long way over the line.

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Filling In The Spaces

Recently I was prompted by the Dribbling Pensioner to take the phrase “Writing is like…” and fill in the spaces or rather do an out of this world tango(read Blog Post) which in the end might just be a tad too embarrassing for you to read and me to write. Nevertheless I encourage you read further cause if it gets too uncomfortable, there is always the option of covering your eyes and screaming.

If you haven’t realized yet, this is one of those writing memes and this one was started by Renee. A. S. Jacobson. God bless her, I could do with a few of these to help reduce the non existent creative tension surrounding me. Anyways back to the topic.
My writing days started when I was around 7, the exact same period when they started asking lousy questions in the exams. I found writing tests to be a tedious task, so I used to paint vivid descriptions of non related, fictitious formulas, characters and theories. Those were the days when I was freakishly handsome and brainy(read Geek) and people would buy anything I had to say and so there they were, my first steps into the world of writing.
As I grew I found it increasingly necessary to write long stories(though completely unrelated) in my exams as Fickle Brain Anemia kicked in and my interest in studies dwindled. By 10th grade I was notorious for scoring astonishingly good marks for answers that otherwise would not have been worth many marks. I could conceal enormously absurd stories within a few actual facts and make it out to be as if it was the correct answer. Many tried the same tactics but none could do it so skillfully as I. I had a gift.

I am giftedAfter so much success with my writing skills, I decided to try my hand in other aspects of writing. Though not so good with most aspects of it(like grammar, punctuation’s etc) I got praise from lots of people and that praise was enough to inspire me to continue.
To me writing has been like filling in the spaces, except I like filling in the spaces.

So that is the tale about me and writing and the reason the teacher’s take everything I say with a pinch of salt.
If I had a better vocabulary I’d define myself as a slick villain that you see in movies with a pen for a weapon. I’d fabricate myself as the next Superman and you wouldn’t even know if I was bluffing. It would be so “cool”. But I think the truth will do for now.

And as part of online meme tradition I am supposed to pass this on to 3 other bloggers who I think might have an interesting tale to tell. So I pass the baton to:
This is How I Roll
Simple Observations
All of the above are incredibly talented and did I mention Funny? So hopefully they play along and give you all something incredible to read.

That's all folks

Archie, The Luckiest Comic Book Character Ever?

Archie and friends

Has it ever happened to you that you’re reading a comic book and then you wish you had a life like the main protagonist? Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes excluded of course(Every one wants to have an imaginary friend). I always wanted to be like Archie and to think I never even liked him much, atleast not as much as Jughead or Betty and yet somehow I thought he had a better life. The first thing when you think of Archie would be trouble but those are the kinds you wouldn’t mind getting into(high school detention) unlike the trouble’s of his other comic book counterparts. What do the likes of Superman, Batman, Spiderman, even Hagar have in common? They all have terrible lives. Superman – His planet was destroyed. Hagar is constantly involved in battles and wars(though it might seem funny). Batman and Spiderman were orphaned at a young age. Bruce Wayne is lonely and Peter Parker has a messed up social life. What separates Archie  from the others is the simplicity with which the character is presented and his extraordinarily charming life. We all can identify with him. He has a best friend in Jughead who is ever present to aid him in all his difficulties. Veronica and Betty his friends cum Girlfriends  and a proud friend in Reggie Mantle. A near perfect existence if it weren’t for his bad spell at high school and his affliction for trouble and yet I wouldn’t mind a life like that. Two girls fighting over you, A best friend who will never leave your side, a jealous one who still cares about you, somehow I can’t but help but think of myself as any other character other than Archie(to an extent of course).It might seem a bit juvenile but I am allowed to such beliefs 😉 Have you ever had a comic book inspiration?