in a spot

i can without hiding behind my skin
declare i haven't done anyone any harm.
i haven't slithered behind anyone
and stuck in some daggers for fun.
i haven't plotted around with trash
and secretly sunk careers or lives.
and i haven't spent my time
creating stories that tarnished people.

for as long as i can remember,
my door has always been open.
anyone could walk in,
without any plastic appointment.
big or small, i have always had
time to meet and share a laugh.
because a long while ago,
someone had opened his door
and allowed me the one chance i got.

ever since that hot day in may,
almost twenty five years ago,
this has always continued
to be the one policy i have followed.
i have always wanted to be the one
to give a bright person a shot at life.
who am i to stop true talent,
when that ray of sunshine will aways
skewer through any dark cloud.

i have gone out of the way
to smile at strangers.
i have extended my hand
to help out even friends of friends.
i have made calls, cajoled,
pleaded and dragged people
out of their sadness and worries.
and if it was in my hands,
i have always given it my best.

i have written love letters for friends,
i have written job applications for neighbours,
i have written mails for slighted employees.
i have written recommendations
for seniors and juniors.

i have spent my money helping friends patch up.
i have spent my time talking people out of their
big messy troubles.
i have spent my sleep listening
to what kept others from sleeping.
i have fought for deserving promotions.
i have struggled to push people up the ladder.
i have bayed for just increments for my people.
and i have never been a pain when they quit.

i have taken on assignments that broke my back.
i have slaved in office when i could have played
with my little son.
i have sacrificed my sundays slogging mercilessly,
so that my bosses could play peaceful golf.
and i have fought with my wife to work all night
for ungrateful bastards.

i have always encouraged and inspired
my people.
i have always worked harder to show them the way;
so they could learn.
i have pushed them up on stages across the world,
to listen to applause they were worthy of.
and i have never asked any of them
to put my name ahead of theirs.

i have been happy that they made their careers.
i have been thrilled when i see their names
in the papers, and their faces on television.
i have been delighted to see them heading
their offices across the world.
and i have never been bothered
to notice if they ever thanked me.

i know it's pretty odd to say all this.
and worse to brag about it.
it definitely isn't my kind of style.
but the way i see it, i think I have been
regularly making small deposits
at the international bank of favours.
but now that i want to make a withdrawal,
the banker seems to have gone for lunch.
bummer.

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PrEmJi PrEmJi
every word here is straight from them the heart... i know who you are...
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cyclopseven
That's heavy stuff you're dealing with. This is sign of expansion. No one come into our lives without a reason or two..or perhaps more:)
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prathap suthan
there's been a change in the situation as of this morning. the banker cashed my cheque. and gave me a bonus too. hehe
 
seema chowdhury
An interesting and a reflective write.
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Sandra Martyres
An intriguing write Prathap....As I read it I thought - a real confession of good deeds - the opposite of the Murdoch series - then came the twist in the tail at the very end......Great write
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