How I Lost The Game....

Very much interesting is this game called life..the roller coaster ups and downs, the thrills, the joys and sorrows....and I loved to play mind games and political games with this cue called life and its human dices ... bully them, use them, exploit them....I was rich, successful which turned me roudy mean and egoist... money had taken over me...I thought people to be crawling insects, tissue papers who could be crippled, crushed, used and thrown...

 I was riding high in the seventh heaven... Well played....I thought until a day came... when...I suffered a great loss in my business following a major stroke which left me bedridden and Paralysed I was bankrupt..both financially, emotionally and physically...I was still like a vegetable... with my eyes moving...I could barely communicate through language of sign...

the ones who loved me for the money left me amid crisis....I had no money left...my leftover assets were sold off for my treatment....

I was knocked down and sent to grass confined in one room...

I didn't know who brought me here in this compressed room... when suddenly a rough rugged dark hand pressed my shoulders... and came afront...he fed me... bought me medicines... bathed me...I soiled the bed, spilled the water, dropped morsels...he bore it all with an expressionless, frownless face..... just at my service was he....My Company Watchman was he whom I had kicked off the Job years ago....under the pretext of he being a rouge, a thief... stealing money..I never investigated, never bothered to listen to his part.... blamed him... abused him and handed him to the cops....Years later he heard about my plight... and condition he worked as a ward boy in the hospital i was admitted...soon I finished all money and relationships....I had sparse monetary backup....it was this time he took me to his puny home....a stone throw away from the hospital.....

Now....I realized I lost the game.... life taught me a lesson....I was baffled...I joined my hands.... with saliva secreting from my disfigured mouth and tears rolling down my face..... to fall at the feet of this man who was though poor ....yet rich by virtues....he held me by shoulders cleaned my mouth.  .. and said.. sahab aap jaise bhi hai....hai toh mere sahab he aur hamesha rahenge....maine aapko maaf ker diya...

Next day he came to my bed.... sahab sahab.. with no response from me.....he held my wrist...no pulse could he hear....his eyes were flooded, flowing... sighing was he....I was dead.... cremated and set ablaze on a bed of wood with only he standing and watching me burning to ashes..... nonterrestrial I stood next to him as I watched my flesh melting in the fiercely ignited fire...

I lost the game....I lost everything.... only to gain and familiar a true being....the poor Watchman....