The
Competition Wining Horse
The person who was sitting next to me in
the aero plane going to Doha said, “I did Master in Economics at Thammasat
University at Bangkok, Thailand. Shortly after that I went to India where I got
my doctorate degree at Jawaharlal Nehru University in Delhi. In a Japanese University I worked for 5 years
in a Post-Doctoral Program. Then after I went to the US in search of a handsome
job and got it. There I taught economics in a university for three years. A
good paying job dragged me again surprisingly and I came to the Middle East to
teach in a university. Here I teach international economics.”
The long journey in the aero plane, around
20 hours, one way compelled us to introduce with each other and talk about
ourselves and another way there was no other alternative to pass such a long
tedious time besides sleeping. I was tired of sleeping. That is why I was
talking with the gentleman. After talking several hours in the quiet
environment of the aero plane our general acquaintance was changed into a good
friendship and likewise from compulsion of journey to desire of a good time. We
started talking about very personal matters too.
The professor continued, “Economics does
not come in the area of my interest although I am associated with this subject
since a long period.”
I asked him immediately, “But why? Your
career path is so nice. You have a good and in depth knowledge in economics.
Don’t you think so?”
“To be a playback singer was my great
passion. Still I love singing. But I couldn’t be what I wanted to be.”
The professor further said, “I never feel
myself as a complete and a successful person too.”
My question jumped to his face without
making any delay, “How?”
I added, “You are a successful person
undoubtedly. You always won the race of your life.”
He replied immediately, “I always won the
races and never lost any. This is true, but I never won the races for me. I won
every race for my wife only. So, I just became competition-wining horse for my
wife. Wining every race was my wife’s desire and I did that.”
“My wife‘s never-ending desire; collecting
maximum money and material for happiness pushed me to that end of the time from
where I can’t go back.” After completing this sentence he remained silent for a
long time.
A short story by:Bishwa R Adhikari
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