Time was 5.30pm. Then I was at Trichur city centre, just getting down from Brain Tree. It was drizzling outside “Oh God, today also I forgot my umbrella at GEC”. I stood there shocked, “How can I be a good teacher if I behave like this, a person who started his career at 18 for GMAT, GRE students and still behave like a 5th standard guy who forgets his umbrella and complains his memory”. Still it drizzled outside. Raindrops patted the doors of Brain Tree. My students were discussing about Vikram’s performance in Raavanan in their mother tongue confirming that I was not there in the nearby ambience. I just peeped into the class room to show my existence, suddenly the class filled with silence. “Guys don’t get tensed I am not here to put a fine on you, is there anybody to Vadakke Stand, see I forgot my umbrella at GEC. Can anybody give me a lift? I will offer a cup of tea”- I said. The smiling charming fellow whom I call “Junior Surya” came forward to provide me a good company up to Vadakke stand. We together entered the beautiful capsule lift. Our junior Surya was looking a junior Jyothika and I was searching the inbox of my mobile phone. “Sir, please look at her, that fair girl with violet top and black jeans, truly speaking she was staring at me!!! I think this French beard might be the reason, auhhh GOD what a beauty” pointing at some girl at the beauty parlor he told me.
“But surya she doesn’t suits for you”- I interrupted.
“Why?”- He asked me eloquently.
“No she doesn’t look like Jyothika”- I spoke with a little eulogy in my language.
“Yeah you are right, Sir, Why you are always looking into the inbox of our phone, any thing important or???????”- Surya asked with a suspicious tone.
“Hey no nothing like that, just expecting a reply that’s all”- again me.
“From whom?”- Surya
“From my room mate”- me
The lift reached the ground floor. We stepped out and were on our way to the bus stand. With an ecstasy in my voice I asked Surya-“Hey guy, how do you always maintain this charm in your behavior, is there any special medicine? I always see you in the middle of friends with good jokes and funny talks. How can you be like this? Even I am not able to do that. See, I am not able to maintain a vibrant humor sense in my speech. How can you do all these stuffs? Really I have jealousy on you” again a eulogized speech about Surya from my tongue.
“Sir it is nothing but the way I discern my life, till my 19th age I was not a guy like this. I always complained about everything. I paid a lot for that nasty behavior. I lost my good friends, my best classmates, even the girl I loved more than my life. Time made an exasperating gamble on my days. Still those memories haunt me. Sir, I paid a lot for that, a lot. At last I understood everything, every moment, and even every pain in our life has a purpose. But I paid a lot for that lesson. I learned there is no market for sorrows; the Priceless commodity in this universe is not the life of human beings but the sentimental emotions possessed by them. Sir, now I know How to market myself. With pride I am telling sir, now I know the Priceless commodities should be buried with in our own kingdom. I don’t mean that you should not discuss your problems with any one, but nobody is interested to hear your problems- I should tell you one thing “By hearing your problems 99% will be happy and 1% don’t even care about it”. Sir, if possible convert your miseries and depressions into worth full commodities and market you. Sir, I don’t know whether I am presumptuous about my speech but I know one thing now I am able to market myself. People are attracted towards me, because it is the specialty by which I decipher the incidents in my life. Still I have problems, but the smile in my face gives me confidence that I am able to overcome everything. The smile in my face is not a mask for my problems. It is now a part of my personality. Sir, I am reiterating with pride I know how to market myself. I know the power of positive thinking and I always feel the presence of Best Companion with me. I am happy sir, now I know the people; I know what they desire for. Again sir with pride I am telling I know how to market myself” Surya completed his speech with small tears in his beautiful eyes.
“Surya wipe out the tears”- I offered him my hand kerchief.
“No sir leave it, tear is a priceless commodity”- Surya.
“C’mon Surya lets get into the Indian Coffee House for that cup of tea. May be some other pretty girls with violet top and black jeans waiting there for you” I confided.
“No sir, waiting for us”- Surya said with a naughty smile.
With a long lasting smile we entered into the cafeteria. Again he pointed to a girl and was saying some thing to me but I didn’t lend my ears to him because I was listening to my heart. Yes it is chanting the mantra of “Thanks” for Surya.
to speak the truth, on seeing the picture and y=t=the title i could not decipher as to what the whole thing will be about,but as i came to the end of the blog, i found tears in mu-y own eyes,but never bothered to wipe it of for it is a priceless commodity.it was altogether a different experience and i do understand that this is the story of one of my sweetest college mates...........................
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