Something happened today while I was shopping. A guy approached me and politely asked me, "Excuse me, are you Sapna?"
I looked at him curiously and replied in the affirmative, a confused look very perceptive on my face.
He immediately continued, "You remember Sanjay Punjabi from Junior college?"
I answered an embarrassed "No". I added, "I'm so sorry but I don't remember."
He kind of expected this from me. After all I was the kinds who hardly spoke much to others all through my school and college.
Blatantly ignoring my poor memory, he continued "I'm Sanjay. So, howz life? What are u doing nowadays"
"I'm a doctor"
"Wow", he interrupted. And here I was wondering what was so 'wow' about it. I didn't think there was anything great about it.
Courtesy demanded I ask him about his life too.
"I have a job at one of these nearby shops."
"Great", I concluded.
He said he had seen me even before but was confused if it was me or someone else. "I do come shopping here once in a while" was all I could say.
He left with a good-bye and I turned around with all my bags.
I realised his condition - obviously not very well-to-do, his clothes (I noticed the unduly old and a bit tattered shirt) said it. Yet he had a smile on his face. May not be having the best kind of job too... Being a salesman at a garments market isn't really a 'dream job'. Yet he seemed happy. Contented.
I walked away wondering what makes me crib about my work sometimes. Why do I crib about life at all? Can't I just be happy like him and go and say 'Hello' when I spot an old acquaintance?
I looked at him curiously and replied in the affirmative, a confused look very perceptive on my face.
He immediately continued, "You remember Sanjay Punjabi from Junior college?"
I answered an embarrassed "No". I added, "I'm so sorry but I don't remember."
He kind of expected this from me. After all I was the kinds who hardly spoke much to others all through my school and college.
Blatantly ignoring my poor memory, he continued "I'm Sanjay. So, howz life? What are u doing nowadays"
"I'm a doctor"
"Wow", he interrupted. And here I was wondering what was so 'wow' about it. I didn't think there was anything great about it.
Courtesy demanded I ask him about his life too.
"I have a job at one of these nearby shops."
"Great", I concluded.
He said he had seen me even before but was confused if it was me or someone else. "I do come shopping here once in a while" was all I could say.
He left with a good-bye and I turned around with all my bags.
I realised his condition - obviously not very well-to-do, his clothes (I noticed the unduly old and a bit tattered shirt) said it. Yet he had a smile on his face. May not be having the best kind of job too... Being a salesman at a garments market isn't really a 'dream job'. Yet he seemed happy. Contented.
I walked away wondering what makes me crib about my work sometimes. Why do I crib about life at all? Can't I just be happy like him and go and say 'Hello' when I spot an old acquaintance?
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