It’s the right mix of patience and passion which gets right kind of job.

I was waiting at Hotel New Kenilworth, Kolkata, at nine o’clock sharp in the morning, because I was told by Mr. Mukherjee, who had taken my first interview a day before at the same hotel, to visit again the next day morning at 9.00 A.M. to meet with his boss, Mr. Anand-General Manager (Marketing), who was to come from Mumbai by the morning flight for the final interview.

The Receptionist at the Hotel was very courteous and very kindly allowed me to wait for so long at the reception and also offered me a cup of tea. It was almost 8:00 P.M. in the evening but nobody by the name of Mr. Anand had checked into the Hotel that evening till then.

Meanwhile, the new team had come at the reception and they enquired again from me about the purpose of my waiting. I narrated the whole story to the new person, who took charge at reception counter for the night shift and after carefully listening to my story, informed me that Mr. Anand’s visit has been cancelled but in his place one Mr. Sharma from the same Company, had just checked in from Poona.

I was very exited and tensed because in place of Mr. Anand, now Mr. Sharma had come and with great excitement I asked his room number. The Receptionist gave me the room number on the condition that I would first speak to Mr. Sharma before going into his room. Therefore, as per the instructions of the receptionist, I called Mr. Sharma on the intercom from the hotel lobby: “Good evening Sir, my name is Gurcharan and I was told by Mr. Mukherjee that Mr. Anand would come today morning for taking my final interview, but had not come, is everything okay with him?” Mr. Sharma very politely greeted me and said sorry for having kept me waiting for so long for Mr. Anand. Besides, he also informed me that Mr. Anand could not come due to hypertension and that his Doctor had advised him not to travel for a week and take complete rest. Hence, in place of Mr. Anand, he had come.

I asked so many questions in a row about his health, the reason of flight delay etc. and if he was feeling alright at this point in time and finally suggested to him in a very hesitant voice: “Sir, you must be feeling tired and exhausted coming all the way from Poona, and therefore, I would come the next day morning for the interview, if it’s alright with you”. But Mr. Sharma immediately responded in his very cool and soft tone: “No no, you better wait for five more minutes please and I would call you right away and we would finish the interview today itself, because tomorrow morning I am flying to Delhi, alright.”

The Receptionist called me within five minutes: “Mr. Singh, Mr. Sharma was calling you in his room; you know his room number?” I said yes and gave him a big smile, thanked him and immediately proceeded towards the elevator to meet with Mr. Sharma in room no. 203 which was on the second floor.

The distance between the reception and room no. 203 was only of three minutes but for me it was as if three hours and all sorts of negative feelings and fear started coming to my mind. What will he think about me as I had waited for more than 11 hours for this interview and there was no guarantee that I would get this job. They were looking for an engineer to sell capital equipments in Eastern Region which were very expensive Tool Room machines but I being commerce graduate who was having the experince of selling commercial vehicles till then. I didn’t know what all questions he was going to ask me in the final interview. I thought, he may be angry also, at this hour of night could any sensible person ever bother someone for interview at this odd hour? I was a stupid fool waiting like an idiot for them for so long, why?

There were two more candidates, who had come in the morning to meet Mr. Anand along with me and had left within half an hour of waiting, but here I was waiting for eleven hours like a fool for the said interview without any information from the person supposed to interview me.

Before I could knock the room door, I found the door being opened by a five feet six inches tall, very fair, good looking, handsome, gentleman, who shook my hand with a very warm smile and immediately made me very comfortable with his gesture and body language, making me easy and relaxed within few seconds and asked me: “What will you have, I am ordering some snacks & coffee, what about you?” I immediately said no to his offer, but he insisted, “You must be feeling hungry, have something” and ordered one pot of tea and veg. sandwiches for me to the room service.

Within next fifteen minutes the Coffee, Tea and Sandwiches arrived and he first offered me a cup of tea and said: “first let’s eat something then we will start our interview? Meanwhile, he started enquiring about me, my family and my job. After finishing the tea, he told me to wait at the Reception and fill in the Bio data form. He said, he would call me back within next ten to fifteen minutes.

It took fifteen minutes to complete the said bio-data form and when I returned to his room, he was talking to someone over phone about me, when he saw me at the door; he waived his left hand and called me inside. After finishing his talk with his boss at Poona, he took back the said bio-data form and started asking questions. And at the end, he asked me: “You like reading books, which one is your favourite” I said I have many favourite books but “Fountain Head by Ayn Rand” is very special.

He than asked me about the Fountain Head and names of the characters, I gave him the brief of each and every important character of the said book, starting with the main character: Howard Roark followed by Dominique Franken, Peter Keating and Gail Waynand.

I was really very surprised to meet with Mr. Sharma, who remembered each and every character of the book “Fountain Head” and we both were sharing similar opinions about all these characters. The discussions continued for an hour and suddenly he said: “It’s too late now, you better go home and we would continue our discussions at Poona when you will come to join us, alright, all the very best for your future and good night”.

At the end of the day, I feel, its patience and passion along with requisite qualification definitely makes the right-mix to get suitable career opportunity in the corporate world today.

I got the letter of appointment within 15 days and as per the plan joined his company in first week of May at Poona. I spent best years of my professional and personal life in the said company. I not only got a good job in a good company but also association of a very caring, kind, loving and nice human being whom I love even today the most. May God bless him and may all his dreams come true, Amen!

With Prayers

Gurcharan

Life is not just learning and teaching Management (subjects), it’s much more than that

I had just left the office in the evening when a call came on my mobile from an unknown number, and the caller introduced himself as Mr. Abhijeet Roy, Senior Advocate of Kolkata High court. He told me that it’s an emergency and I must fly down to Kolkata immediately. He also promised to pay for my travel expense in cash on arrival at Kolkata airport. He was repeating his request again and again by saying: “Aapna ke aastei hobe, jaabar aage, aamar Maa apna ke kichu bolte chaiche,” (you have to come by all mean, my mother wants to say something to you in-person before proceeding to her final destination).

I was shocked, tense and worried after getting the call from an advocate. I have never done anything wrong throughout my life; then why all of a sudden this call? I asked him very frankly “Why me Mr. Roy, what have I done to you or your mother?” Although it was an awkward question to ask at this point of time which sounded abnormal as I had no other option.

I don’t know him and he wanted me to come to Kolkata, just to meet with his old-aged ailing mother; was he mad or what, I thought he must be a crazy man. Why should I go to Kolkata in the first place and for what? Neither am I a Doctor nor a Tantarik (Priest) who could solve the problem of this old lady. Were they expecting some sort of miracle from me?

I started praying to my lord for HIS intervention at this crucial very moment, but to be honest, I could not concentrate even on my prayers due to this unexpected turn out of the event. I had indulged in an emotional mess by one strange man, who happened to be an advocate. However, I didn’t want to buy any problem unnecessarily for me or for my family at any cost, that’s it.

But it was easier said then done and in-spite of my repeated denial the situation was getting out of my control, because here someone else was making decision on my behalf, I just could not do anything, I was fully convinced that it’s my destiny which was knocking at my doors; how disgusting and frustrated it sounded, but it’s true. I had no option but to face the situation without asking any more questions.

After getting the late evening flight ticket for Kolkata, I proceeded towards the Airport with one overnight travel bag. I did not say anything about Mr. Roy’s episode to my family, instead I simply told them that I am going to Kolkata for an official tour and will be back within a day, but I was proved totally wrong within next four hours.

I reached Dum-dum airport the same night at 10:20 PM; Mr. Roy was waiting at the arrival gate holding a big placard in his hand on which my name was printed in capital letters. As soon as I approached him, his face lit with a broad smile and he said “Mr. Charan, finally you have made it, I am so happy to see you!” and before I could respond, he simply hugged me, his eyes filled with tears and he started thanking me, for coming at such short notice, with his folded hands.

It was almost mid-night when we entered Grandma’s room (Mr. Roy’s mother), the whole family was in that big room, an old lady with grey-hair lying in the bed, a nurse standing next to her bed, her face was covered with an oxygen mask but as soon as she saw me, she removed her mask but the nurse wanted to stop her in between, but could not be successful. After lot of effort, and with big force, she got up in the bed. With her hands stretched wide open she cried very loudly “Channa, tumi escho baba, khub bhalo, esho” (Charan, you have come, great, come to me). She hugged me and started kissing my hands her eyes filled with tears which were flowing uninterruptedly on her face, not knowing weather they were in happiness or an indication of sorrow.

With great difficulty, we made the old lady sleep only on one condition that I would stay in her house and will meet her again in the morning. I was still in a dilemma, almost lost and not in a position to think anything concrete, meaningful and positive. Whatever was happening to me was strange and unpredictable. What was I doing here tonight at Kolkata that too far away from my family spending the night with an unknown family?

Next morning, after a long nightmare, it was revealed to me that Grandma was a disciple of my late father. It came as a big shock to me. My father’s black and white photo-frame was hanging on the wall of that old lady's bedroom and everyone addressed my father as “Bapuji,” I being his son was looked upon by the family in the same spirit with lot of love, affection and respect.

On 92nd birthday of Grandma, all of a sudden, she fell sick and then she realized that she had got only few more days to live and must complete all her pending work within next few days, as she was told by my father long time back that, “You will be successfully completing 92 years of your life and you will leave behind your big family with your children, grand children and great grand children and that your family will live happily ever after and all of them will be blessed by the God Almighty, you be rest assured”.

On falling sick suddenly she remembered me and had started asking for me, because she knew that my father was no more and I being his eldest son must be contacted immediately, so that she could convey her feelings, gratitude, love, regard and thanks to “Bapuji”, through me. Mr. Roy, with great difficulty got my contact number, and here I was sitting in her house wondering and imagining the whole situation from beginning to the end.

That night, I was feeling so low, down and sad and I didn’t know when I started crying and remembering my beloved father, whom I loved the most but I did nothing significant which could make him feel happy and proud of me as his son; whereas, see what my father had done to me. Even after his death, I get so much of attention, care and love from his friends and disciples, beyond my imagination. Once again it was proved by my Lord that life was not just learning and teaching management (subjects), it’s much more than that.

With Prayers

Gurcharan

Why good people had to suffer so much pain in life?

One beautiful middle aged lady standing at the check-in counter of domestic airlines at Delhi airport was shouting in her full voice and demanding a boarding pass for Kolkata flight. There were many people at the check-in counter who were also waiting for the boarding pass. But this particular lady was someone special and her very loud and thick voice attracted the attention of everyone standing in the nearby area.

As expected she came out with a boarding pass and turned towards the security check. The moment I saw her face, I realized that she was looking like my childhood friend Miss Sutopa Mukherjee. But Sutopadi used to be very fair, slim, thin and looked very beautiful. This lady, though resembling like Sutopadi but was very fat and heavy. In spite of her bulky figure, she was still looking very beautiful specially her face, which was very attractive, glowing and shining. Hesitatingly, after giving much thought, I could muster courage to call her by her name “Sutopadi”. She immediately turned back towards me; first stared with her very big and beautiful eyes, gave a deep look at me with a very sharp glaze and then cried with her usual loud voice “Are Channa, tumi ekhane?” (Charan, how come you are here) and I said “I live here at Gurgaon” and she came running towards me and hugged me with the same affection, intensity and warmness, which she always used to have for me during our childhood days. Now, no doubt was left that she was my very own Sutopadi, a very caring, lovable and a nice human being.

We together went towards the security check and she started talking non-stop and her questions and queries never stopped till we both boarded our respective flights. I was going to Mumbai and she was flying back home to Kolkata that night.

She got married to an engineer, who was employed in a private firm. Since he was also involved in local politics he had to leave his job and now was working full time for his party in north Bengal. Sutopadi is working as a professor of Political Science in a Graduate College at Behala besides she is also holding a portfolio of Counsellor in her area and doing a great job. She has been blessed with a son who has gone for higher studies abroad but never returned and now was working in a multinational company in London after completing his studies.

Today evening she was flying back home after attending two days seminar at Delhi. Everything sounded very normal and soothing in the beginning, but one thing was disturbing me since the beginning of our conversation and I didn’t know why she was not behaving her normal self. I knew her from my childhood days. She was very aggressive, bold, dynamic, extrovert and a very out spoken person. She never used to hesitate in her conversation and we sometimes used to warn her also about her this frankness, because being a female she must not talk so openly and frankly with people, but she never used listen to our advice as she was never afraid of anything and her pet answer used to be “It’s my style”.

Today, she discussed about everything except her married life and somehow I was getting the feel that she was not comfortable talking about her personal life with me or may be she was not yet ready to discuss with me about her married life. I felt something was wrong some where and I couldn’t stop thinking about that aspect of her life anymore.

Suddenly, the Kolkota flight departure announcement came and she got up from her seat and said “I have to go, we will talk on phone, please be in touch”. Meanwhile, we exchanged our visiting cards and also noted down each others mobile numbers; but somehow, I could not control myself anymore and finally with lot of courage I asked her about her husband and as was expected she turned-back, looked into my eyes, which were filled in with so much of pain that she could speak but her tears did not support her and started rolling out uninterruptedly without any fear unfolding the dark secrets of her life, standing at the airport that night.

Although she was expecting something like this to happen since long but she was trying to behave normally till the end. Somehow my last question deeply moved her, she could not control herself any more and she bursted out abrutly and her eyes filled in with tears pouring out slowly the bitter truth of her life that “O amar shonge aar thake naa” (He no more stays with me), holding both my hands tightly near the departure zone.

Her eyes were filled with tears and her pain was so severe that she could not control herself and started crying loudly like a little child; she again hugged me and whispered in my ears “I am sorry Charan, that’s why I could not discuss about him, jano, O amke shob shomoe jalae” (his memories always gives me immense pain) and said at the end, “Bhalo theko, jogajog rakhabe, kamon” (take care of yourself and be in touch, alright).

She left me alone at the airport wondering about her life. She is all alone in this world, separated from her husband and far away from her only son; but still living her life as if nothing has happened, it’s really our great, Sutopadi.

She has gone, but I don’t know when and how I had started crying and I realized that my eyes were also filled with tears. I was thinking about her pain and have realized one thing clearly that the pain is the same for everyone but the tears were so godly that made me so calm, quiet and comfortable within few minutes, as if her pain had become my pain and the tears of pain which were earlier coming out from her eyes were now flowing from my eyes.

At the end, I pray to God Almighty to bless her and always take care of her. And tonight during my night-prayer, I will ask my Lord, why good people, like Sutopadi, had to suffer so much of pain in life?

With Prayers
Gurcharan

Sometimes a good soul comes in your life without knocking

She used to call me every alternate day to buy a new credit card of a reputed bank where the entrance charges and annual fee were on a higher-side. I was having couple of credit cards of other banks already and I was in no mood to buy yet another credit card just for the sake of it and that too by paying a hefty joining fee, to be honest, I was not prepared for it, in anyway.

Our telephonic conversation continued for almost a month; she was very consistent, regular and strong in her follow up; in spite of my unwillingness, I had to accept her suggestion and said yes to her offer to buy yet another credit card by paying a very handsome joining fee, at last. Within next 21 days, I got the said credit card with lots of free gift vouchers. Finally, I was relieved that everything was over and I would get no-more phone calls from another telemarketing executive any more, but I was so wrong in my calculation.

Almost 50 days later, I got a phone call from a stranger, who straight away started talking about my family as if she was the part and parcel of my family and I didn't know that member? How ridiculous it sounded but it was true. Then I realized she must be my wife’s relative, but again I was proved wrong by her statement: “You could not recognize me, I am Ismita Patel, remember?" But I heard her saying “Smita Patil, she was my favourite Hindi film actress but she died long time back. Then, how come she was calling me now, why and from where? I was much exited and asked her in a very harsh-tone, “Are you joking with me?”, in reply she said “Sir, it’s me Ismita, you remember me, I used to call you for a credit card…” I was deeply embarrassed and felt very bad after realizing my mistake; how could I forget her so soon, and I immediately tendered my sincere apology for not recognizing her at the first instance.

Thereafter, she started calling me occasionally, in the beginning it was once a week, which became twice a week later on every alternate day she used to call except the week ends and holidays and her first sentance used to be "Can we talk, if yoy are busy, I will call you later". And after my consent only, she continued her conversation, otherwise, she used to hang-up. She always talked about her family, job, relatives and friends.  Slowly, she started enquiring about my job profile, my family members and this continued for few more months. Gradually, she became my well wisher and I used to feel uneasy if she did not call me by the weekend.

And all of a sudden, I stopped getting her calls. I waited for a full one week but I did not get her phone call. I had never met her personally; moreover, it never occurred to me to meet her once. I only knew this much that she was working in an outsourcing company, married with children, that’s all. I was having only her mobile number and she never gave me her alternate mobile or landline phone numbers, office or residential address. And to my utmost surprise, after waiting for her call for ten days to be precise, when I tried to contact for the first time, her mobile phone was not answering my calls and later on, when I tried again, her mobile phone was under switched-off mode. There was no way through which I could contact her; I was feeling so helpless, idiot and stupid that in spite of my best, honest and sincere efforts, I could not trace her.

I don't understand one thing, why she was calling me repeatedly at the first place. She had never ever asked for any assistance, favour and/or help. She neither invited me to meet with her family members nor she expressed her inclination or desire to meet with my family members even once, but she always used to ask about their well beings.

More than seven years have passed since her last call; I never heard from her again till date. I don’t know how she is, where she is, what she is doing. I sometimes get negative feelings also but then I immediately start praying to God Almighty to keep her and her family in good esteem and right spirit, wherever they are; they should all be happy, healthy and safe.

At the end, I only ask my Lord, why it happens with me that from nowhere a good soul comes in your life without knocking, stay with you for sometime, try to make your life comfortable, give you many valuable advices, makes you feel important, pampered, special, wanted and then, all of a sudden, without any notice, leaves you all alone again in this cruel world only to wait for her indefinitely with her beautiful, sweet, warm and unforgettable memories.

With Prayer

Gurcharan

I always feel him around me with his bright, shining and smiling face

I was very close to my father. Almost eight years have passed since he left me alone but I could not forget him; he is still alive for me in my world, may be because I loved him so much. I don’t understand why people, whom we love the most, leave us early in our lives.

My father was the proud parent of three sons whereas I am having three beautiful daughters but he never felt sad about it. Instead, he used to encourage me by saying –“With three daughters, you will also get three sons in the form of their husbands, so don’t worry”.

I fully understand what my father used to think of me when he was around. I am sure, he wanted me to live my life happily, trouble free without any hassles and worry in a very peaceful manner, which should be full of happiness, joy, love, peace and I should never ever face even an iota of problem throughout my life.

Today I am living my life alone, without his presence, cover, protection or shelter makes me very sad, unhappy and sick. I have stopped enjoying my life the way I used to enjoy when he was with us. I was living my life without any fear, tension or worries because, I knew, he was there to take care of every-thing and that he will never let me down. For me, he was my second God who had actually introduced me to my first lord the God Almighty.

I am trying to do many things for my family, in his style, but I am not coming even 10% closer to what he actually used to do for us. All my best and sincere efforts to make my family happy have failed miserably and have gone to the drain due to lack of my devotion, dedication, intensity and love.

He always thought about us first; his personal choices, likings and interest always came later. Throughout his life, he lived for the family first; his love was so deep and intense, which could not be defined in words. I have seen him awake the whole night during summer times, when at mid-night, electricity used to go-off and he gave us air by handmade fan so that our sleep was not disturbed.

We were his first and the last priority and we four were his entire world. He had no friends and we were his only asset which included my mother and us, three brothers. I have never seen him buying anything for himself. I never saw him making any request for any particular dish or item to our mother. Whatever my mother cooked, he used to eat, even if the food was more or less spicy, did not matter to him and he never objected or shouted at my mother. Later, when my mother used to realize her fault, after eating, she used to cry and say sorry, but my father, who never lost his temper, always kept his cool and used to give his soft smile.

Since my childhood, whenever I used to get up in the morning, he was already awake doing his ‘Puja’ and at night when I used to go to bed, he was still busy with his prayers. He always used to recite ‘Gurbani’ and advised us to do ‘Simran’ on a regular basis.

Today, he is not with us, but his memories are still alive and very fresh in my mind. Whenever I feel sad, low or disheartened, I close my eyes and remember him in my prayers and suddenly, I feel him around me with his bright, shining and smiling face looking straight at me with the same intense, deep and soft look, full of his affection, blessing and love, which he always bestowed on us unconditionally. I pray to God Almighty to bless my father with a permanent place in HIS heavenly abode, Amen!

With Prayers

Gurcharan

I have made mistakes and must ask for forgiveness

I always used to think that one should have a friend who is perfect in all respects and it should be without any pre-conditions and promises. Both should be dedicated to each other and should feel very safe and secure in each other’s company. They should be firm; that what ever comes their way, nothing can break their friendship; and they are and they will remains true friends till the last breath of their lives.

It sound very interesting, but should be applicable to both the parties, who thinks in this fashion and expects the whole world's favour first and thereafter they will put the right foot forward towards their dear friends.

There were many examples in our history where “Friendship” has been given a new definition. I am referring to Lord Krishna’s friendship with Sudama and Duryodhana’s with the Karna.

In the above relationship, the first friend is very rich, powerful and highly influential with high standing in the society whereas the second one is poor, weak and having no status or standing in the society. Here, the first friend can survive without the latter but the same is not true with the former.

I have learnt very hard way in my life that friendship become successful only if it’s based on “give and take” formula which works out to be the best and sustainable relationship; otherwise the one-sided liking, favours and support dies very soon and it becomes a liability for the friend who sacrifices the most.

My God has always been very kind to me and I have been blessed with not one or two but many friends, who love me so much and I always cherish their affection, concern, care, love, warmth and also felt wanted by them.

Although I am not a perfect human being, neither very rich and brave nor very resourceful and without any power or social status, but at the same time, all my friends are very powerful, rich, strong with a powerful personality and they have always taken care of me and stood by me as and when the need arose the most in my life.

Today, when I sit back and think about it, I feel so delighted, grateful, happy, honoured and obliged that they have done much more than what I have done to them. They have always been the center of attraction, although I could not do any-thing for my friends but yes, they always tried to remain honest, loyal, true and dedicated to me whole heartedly.

They always bestowed their love and affection without any expectations or return, never lied to me and always wanted to be honest, simple, straight-forward and transparent without hiding anything from me. They communicated very frankly with me without any hitch or hesitation and I always felt at ease and comfortable with them in any given situation.

But, many a time, knowingly or unknowingly, I have hurt many friends with my words, deeds and actions in. I knew for sure, they have not liked it but still they kept quite due their deep love for me. I appreciate their silence but it’s not done. I have made mistakes and must ask for their forgiveness.

I pray to God Almighty to give all my friends: fame, good health, wealth, joy, happiness, love and peace. May the Lord fulfill all their wishes and desires and shower them with everything they need, simply because they happen to be my true friends and they truly deserve it.

With Prayers

Gurcharan

We don’t have to make false promises to anyone any more.

It has never happened with me in the past, but lately, I don’t know why, I am getting more and more worried about my family. I want to finish all my responsibilities as a son, husband, father, friend and a good human being. It's more so because all the pending work should have been completed by now; all the commitments, obligations, promises and pledges, which were made to my Lord when I was in my mother’s womb; to my daughters at the time of their birth; to my friends when they accepted me as their true friend and last but not the least to my dear wife with whom I tied the knot in front of our parents, relatives, friends and the priest who performed our marriage in presence of the God Almighty.

But when I go deep down into my worries, it becomes more intense, which further makes me impatient, scared, tensed and uneasy. I need many more lives to complete, fulfill and honour all those commitments, obligations, promises and pledges, which I have made in this very life.

Now it’s very clear to me, because it’s always easy to commit but very difficult to fulfill. Today, when I have decided to actually fulfill those obligations, I am finding it very difficult, hard and almost impossible sometimes to serve them.

I am totally in a fix, I have realized after years of running around in my life that many promises are made for fun sake, they were just hollow words, which meant nothing and it was to please someone for  formality sake. But at the bottom of our hearts, we all knew for sure that we will never fulfill those promises in rest of our lives.

But in spite of all odds, we keep on repeating the same mistake, again and again, some times we do it as an old habit of promising and then breaking it - as the adage goes 'promises are made to be broken', without any guilt, regret and shame; realizing very little that what ever we have spoken in this life has been noted down with minutes details by the Mother Nature.

I have sincerely tried to fulfill those promises which are essential, important and a must. But In spite of my sincere efforts I could not do so. Now the time is running out of my hands and the D-day is fast coming closers and closers and I don’t know when the curtain of this life will come down.

Today, I have left with no option but to either act upon now or accept my defeat of in-competency, incapability and poor performance of an untrustworthy and unreliable man who couldn’t keep his words as a perfect gentleman.

Moreover, there is no choice left to me also, either you fulfill those promises or face the consequences, that’s it. Therefore, first I have tried to lookout for all the shortcuts but was not successful. Then I thought of making contingent plan but that also failed. Later, I tried to use crisis-management lessons to solve the puzzle yet failed again.

I have no confidence, guts or strength left to face the chief justice of this universe with the dignity any more. I can't deny or contradict about my mistakes, because I have done it and I must accept my responsibility whole heartedly.

Finally I have decided to stop making promises, leaving everything in HIS hands and started renewing my life on day-to-day basis. I wake up in the morning, I thank my Lord for giving me yet another day's life, I plan my day accordingly and try to finish all the day’s work before dawn. At night, before going to bed, I again request my Lord to grant me good night sleep without any disturbance and interruptions.

After a good night sleep I wake up again in the morning, I repeat the same prayer again to my Lord for the new day/night in my life. For the past three months, I am doing these things on a regular basis, and to my utmost surprise, I have nothing to loose because now I don’t have to make any more false promises to anyone any more.

With Prayers

Gurcharan