Meet an old friend in the hotel lobby after a long nearly thirty years. The very ordinary calm, polite, polite, humble friend of childhood is still the same as before. After exchanging greetings, I said, "I can take him home." My secret interest is to show my expensive Mercedes as much as I am interested in getting him home.
He thanked her and said that he could go in his own car. The two of us walked side by side in the parking lot. He drove a normal car and went back.
I invited him to dinner the following week. Bring the family. An elegant family. Absolutely unpretentious. However, it seemed - quite happy.
I wanted to show him again and again from some place in my mind - look - what a beautiful aristocratic house I have. All the furniture in the expensive house. A variety of luxurious collections. In the middle of the story, I was explaining how many countries I have to travel to on an office tour. I also meant by gestures - he can come into business if he wants. I have personal contacts with many rich people. It doesn't matter if you manage a large business loan.
He did not seem to have much interest in these. I tried to understand how fascinating life is by showing pictures of various places of interest in the world, famous museums. I have seen so many things. I told him the news of the next exhibition in the art gallery and explained to him - not just expensive houses and cars. We also have a beautiful artistic mind. They looked at the pictures in the album with great interest. Appreciated everything we did. It turned out that he was really fascinated by the success of my life.
Then he said- besides seeing all this, if you get a chance, look at your old childhood friend, aged sir, your own relatives. If you can't see, at least take some time to find out. Business talk is not so important. The various stories of childhood began. Sir, how are you all? There is still contact with some sirs etc. Before paying off the debt of life, several Sirs have become the dwellers of Paradise. Knowing the news of the eternal departure of some friends, the minds of both of them became very wet.
My wife did not like these stories. The outspoken wife said from the side- If you only read about childhood and childhood and various ethics, you can't move forward in life. Everyone has a childhood. It's nothing like that.
I was a little numb. After that there was no such story. Once they said goodbye.
A few weeks later, a phone call came from him. Said with home address - to eat together at noon.
My wife didn't seem to have much interest. Even then my pair agreed.
I came to my friend's house and saw that it was not expensive but a very neat and tidy house. There are no surprises of nobility but there is a hint of calm and gentleness.
I looked at the table in the living room - a nice gift box sent from the company I work for.
My curiosity grew - I said - I work in this company. Do you know anyone here?
He said- David sent?
David means which David?
David Thomson.
What to say - Mr. David Thomson !! MD of our company? Do you know him How, how - my various questions.
I knew David owned 30% of our company. And the other 80% is owned by one of David's friends. Not only that, but he is also the owner of the entire real estate of this huge company. What I imagined a second ago - what a big surprise is waiting for me.
From all the places in my mind where I was trying my best to show him my expensive Mercedes, expensive house, expensive furniture, etc., from the place of nobility and pomp - I don't understand when I started calling him Sir. One mind is saying- I don't have to call my friend sir. Another mind is saying that my MD is a friend of Sir and that he himself is the owner of the entire land including 80% of the company, without calling him Sir, what should I call now.
The balloon of pride, arrogance and aristocracy seemed to sink in an instant. I am returning home after lunch together. I am sitting in the car silently. My wife is more calm and quiet than me. I clearly understand- what is going on in his mind now?
The more our pride, our pride and our arrogance - the less our salary comes from. How unpretentious, how humble and how ordinary his life is.
As a child, I am reminded of one of Sir's words - "The deeper the river, the less it sounds."
Indeed Deeper Rivers Flow In Majestic Silence!
How true the words are !! How true !!!!
I returned home today after seeing a deep river of water in the middle of a pot inlaid with artwork.