Indian
(From my diary)
One of my
colleagues started blaming another colleague (but, in a humorous manner) in
front of me in my office. At that time,
our Chief Accountant also entered in. The topic was that this colleague of ours
is forgetting certain things and hence we have to see any other alternative.
I could not keep
quiet but tell them (all the three are other nationals not like me,
Indian) about a man who remembers everything:
Years before I
worked with one Mr Suresh C. Ahuja, who was editor of Blind Welfare magazine,
in Mumbai (the then Bombay). Mr Ahuja is
a totally blind person (who lost his vision due to detachment of Retina when he
was sixteen years old); but later successfully completed his post-graduation!
I assisted Mr Ahuja
in reading the materials received for publishing. He used to listen to me very carefully, make note with the help of his Braille Typewriter and portable Tape Recorder
– as and when required, in order to
memorize important ones.
Our Accountant
friend immediately asked me as to which national he is. I replied, ‘’Indian – naturally.’’
He smiled and
stated, ‘’tell like that, Indian! No
wonder!’’
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7 comments:
I am proud because I am an Indian
Thank you, Chechi.
Dear Sir, I would like to congratulate you on this inspiring blog. It should go without saying that the poem you have written for your mother "Tribute to my mother" is a prayer in itself and is very heart touching.
We hope to read more from you in future. Once again, thank you for sharing the blog link.
Dear Sir, I would like to congratulate you on this inspiring blog. It should go without saying that the poem you have written for your mother "Tribute to my mother" is a prayer in itself and is very heart touching.
We hope to read more from you in future. Once again, thank you for sharing the blog link.
Thank you very much, Rafay for your nice comments and encouragement. Best Regards 'n'Best Wishes.
India..
Indian....
my pride
Thanks, my friend.
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