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The Fruitful Tragedies…!!


While living last moments of his life on the ICU bed with the help of a ventilator, a seventy five years old, prosperous businessman in metal industry wanted to feel the essence of his life that he had lived so far.

Being the only child in a middle class family in Delhi, his early childhood was filled with joy and smiles until came the tragic demise of his mother when he was 5 years old. The distressed, widowed father sent him to a boarding school situated in the mega city of India called Pune. The schooling was started with a dream to become an engineer. Hence, he had to bottle-up his attraction towards a beautiful-eyed classmate. But the boarding school life gave him a tough, strong persona.

Getting back home after the completion of his schooling, he realized that he had to bear with his step mother and half-brother and this wasn’t happening at all. The day came when he decided to run away from his own house at the tender age of 17. He brought a railway ticket for Mumbai by selling off a few unused, metal rods lying at his house as ‘scrap’, metaphorically putting an end to his dream of becoming an engineer. But this incident had to mark a turning point in his life.

With his very little experience, he got to know that a metal has a good price in the scrap market. Hence, to get his livelihood in Mumbai, he used metal as a tool. He visited homes, collected metals and sold them in the market. Having tied-up with some metal scrap vendors, he made a good amount of money. With his toil, in little less than 5 years, he was able to take a shop on a lease and run it successfully.

His greedy landlord eyeing to take over his well-set shop, on completion of one year, refused to renew the lease agreement. Tragically, once again the boy had to leave his own shop. Learning lessons from this incident, all further lease agreements he had was for 5 years. With this approach, he achieved stability in his business and went on to become the owner of 15 metal shops across Mumbai at the age of 28.

Once, he got an opportunity to go for a big business deal in Chennai. With full preparation for the meeting, he took a flight from Mumbai to Chennai. But once again, tragically, after some time from the flight’s take-off the announcement of engine failure and emergency landing was made. When he was absorbed in his thoughts, ‘Though the emergency landing could save his life but not a business deal for which he worked for day and night’; the emergency landing took place at Pune airport.

Holding a cup of coffee in the waiting area at the Pune airport, unexpectedly, he saw those beautiful eyes once again on which he had a crush in his childhood. And then exchange of numbers, regular calls and frequent meets finally got converted into a happy and successful married life. He lost business, but got his real love who stood as strongest support system for him through out of his life.

On the other hand, the growth of his business was pricking in the eyes of his competitors. While dealing with the business politics, he was suggested with an idea of taking a big leap by establishing a metal processing factory. And after lots of struggle, finally, this dream came true. And the same business politics became reasons for his current success.

Today, when he is leaving the world, he has not only left lots of money, few factories and offices for the next generations, but also earned huge respect in the business world.

At this moment, looking at the ceiling of the ICU room, he is thinking, had there not been such tragic incidences in his life, he would have become an engineer working on a salary of few thousands and not what he is today.

With a big smile, he expressed his gratitude towards god for giving him The Fruitful Tragedies. And before taking a last breath he narrated the essence of human life in one sentence.

“Every tragedy of your life has hidden potentials to become a prodigy”.

So friends, lets realize and feel this essence now and not on the ICU bed while living last moments of our life with the help of a ventilator.

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