Good Guys Always Finish Second
The victim of a frame-up, a truthful acquaintance of mine was recently fired from a senior position in public department. "What's my fault, Sharmaji ?" he asked me innocuously. The only vehicle that my father had in his whole lifetime -- an official, black colored ambassador car, with a chauffeur. A highly decorated officer, he remained very upright, altruist. He could easily have made tons of money, bought properties, by selling his ज़मीर (soul). Instead he chose to remain loyal to his organization, nation. Post retirement, he lived comfortably. Some of his unprincipled colleagues/juniors, however, made a fortune through unscrupulous deals. Post retirement, they lived luxuriously. My profession has given me sufficient money, lots of contentment and respect. My eyes fill with tears of joy when I see the saplings planted by me transforming into mighty, fragrant trees. Shrewdly, unethically, my confreres have, turned the profession of teaching into a money-oriented ...