The 7th One

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"My boss drove a luxury car everyday and it was my duty to greet him and to open the gates for him, as I worked as a watchman in his villa. But he never responded back to my greetings. What to expect from the great Raman Kumar Bhalla-The RKB of Industrial Wizards. I have never seen him open his mouth in my entire life when I was at his Villa opening gates to him. Perhaps he is one of the cold stoned guy who defies emotions.

One day he saw me opening the garbage bags outside the villa in search for any leftover food. This is usual for me as it is the only way my kids & wife would get decent food, infact any food. But, as usual he never even looked at me, it was like as if he never saw anything! Business Tycoon, my arse- he is a dud.

The very next day I saw a paper bag at the same place, but it was clean and the food inside was covered well. It was fresh and good food like someone had just brought it from the supermarket. I didn't bother as to where it came from, I just took the paper bag and I was so happy about it because not everyday you would be surprised by getting any untouched food.
Every day I found this paper bag at the same place with fresh vegetables and all that we needed for home. I am happily surprised. This became my daily routine. I was eating and sharing this food with my wife and kids. I was wondering who this fool could be?! To forget his paper bag full of fresh food everyday.

One day there was a big problem in the villa and I was told that my boss has died. There were too many guests coming to the villa that day and I didn't get any food that day, so I thought that one of the guests must have taken it. But the same thing happened the 2nd day, the 3rd day and the 4th day. Talk about bad luck.

It went on like this for a few weeks and I found it difficult to provide food for my family, so I decided to ask the wife of my boss for a raise in my salary or else I would quit my job as a watchman. I entered the Villa for the first time in my tenure as Watch man. Man! Its big, probably the biggest I have ever seen in my life. The Name read as Dr.Ishita Raman Bhalla. I am surprised to an extent because it has got his wife's name instead of his. Then she came down to meet me. She looked calm, composed & most importantly her face showed that she is missing her husband.

After I told her about my decision, she was shocked, and asked me, how come you never complained about your salary for the last 2 years? And why is this salary not enough for you now? I gave her so many excuses but she was never convinced!
Finally in the end, I decided to tell her the truth, I told her the entire story of the bag of groceries, and as to how it was my daily provision. She then asked me as to when this stopped? I told her after the death of her husband. And then I realized that I stopped seeing the paper bag immediately after the death of my boss. Why didn't I ever think of this before? That it was my boss who was providing this for me? I guess it was because I never thought that a person who never replied to my greetings could ever be this generous! Shocked would be an understatement. I felt like someone stabbed me right through my heart.

His wife started to cry and I told her to please stop crying and that I'm really sorry that I asked for a raise, I didn't know that it was your husband who was providing me with the meals, I'll remain as a watchman and be happy to provide my service.
His wife told me, I'm crying because "I've finally found the 7th person my husband was giving this bag full of food. I knew my husband was giving 7 people everyday, I had already found the 6 people, and all these days I was searching for the 7th person. And today I found out".

From that day on wards, I started to receive the bag full of food again, but this time his son was bringing it to my house and giving it to my hand. But whenever I thanked him, he never replied! Just like his dad! Like Father Like Son.

One day, I told him THANK YOU in a very loud voice! He replied back to me to please not be offended when he doesn't reply, because he has a hearing problem, just like his dad!"
He smiled & waved bye leaving me in tears.

Talk about Generosity. The Arrogant obnoxious arsehole RKB seems to be a different person whole together.

Oh! We have been wrong so many times judging others without knowing the true story behind their actions. Be kind and courteous in dealing with others, for everyone is fighting a hard battle. Be careful, not everything is about you. Before you assume, there is this thing called ASKING.

Don't just jump to conclusion, because that is truly not an exercise, it may cause you more harm at the end of the day. Many of our problems are caused by how we process what happens around us. Don't judge a situation you have never been in. Be humble enough to learn. You do not know it all. Lets change the way we feel about ourselves and others.

There are two sides to a story. Don't believe everything you hear.

Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about.

Nandu Lal finished reading his own diary with a strange feeling about his once Boss, Raman Kumar Bhalla.

The End.