RED POST #10
“Nan English la pesana onnum perachana ilaye? I get professional only in
English”
Bhai smiled, it felt weird seeing him in that lungi speaking English.
I nodded my head in silent.
After a week from that incident I got a phone call from him to meet .
The memory of him threatening me with the knife was still fresh and I couldn’t help but notice the knife was still with him.
“Look,I know you would have realized by now all of this was a plan. So let me state your position for you. I am going to make you an offer.If you are not satisfied with it after hearing you are free to walk. No strings attached.”
I looked at him, I realized what he meant as being professional he spoke English better than I ever did.
“I was an 8 PONTER in MIT, can’t say I was sincere but did get the marks alright. Everything was well till my 6th semester when I got an arear. I had a small misunderstanding with the ****** who took the subject, but I never thought it was going to reflect in my grade. So there I was sitting in hostel watching all my friends borrow my shirt, my shoe to interview and get selected one by one. Funny I used to coach them to get selected. By the time I cleared no one hired me. My life was gone. MBA?
No money, already had a bank loan for BE.I did get placed however in a small company months later off campus but the call letter never came.”
“Anyway I don’t care I make more money than all those 9 pointer in my batch now.”
He smiled, “I know what you are thinking? I am earning in a morally ill, illegal bad way and they are just so pure earning, working their asses off right?? Let me tell you something kid, There is only one f***ing philosophy in life. What you do is good or bad doesn’t matter, it’s up to you but whatever you do,you got to be smart there is no choice about that. It is the rule. Only the smarter wins here not always the good ones. YOU wouldn’t be sitting here listening to me if you had been smarter and known it was a plan.”
There was an awkward silence. I tried to speak but didn’t know what to say.
"what i do is the most thriving business in Chennai with a profit rate of 93% and what you will earn you can save and after 4 years of college you will have enough money to do whatever you want, be whoever you want to be, it is a strictly 4 year agreement and at your final year you will help me recruit a first year just like i got you. Yeah, trust me you aren't the first or the last."
“The problem is there is a rival for us. The unofficial border is the railway track. I operate to the north and they to the south but as can you see the market thrives mainly because of college students and that is where you come in….”
-RED
Bhai smiled, it felt weird seeing him in that lungi speaking English.
I nodded my head in silent.
After a week from that incident I got a phone call from him to meet .
The memory of him threatening me with the knife was still fresh and I couldn’t help but notice the knife was still with him.
“Look,I know you would have realized by now all of this was a plan. So let me state your position for you. I am going to make you an offer.If you are not satisfied with it after hearing you are free to walk. No strings attached.”
I looked at him, I realized what he meant as being professional he spoke English better than I ever did.
“I was an 8 PONTER in MIT, can’t say I was sincere but did get the marks alright. Everything was well till my 6th semester when I got an arear. I had a small misunderstanding with the ****** who took the subject, but I never thought it was going to reflect in my grade. So there I was sitting in hostel watching all my friends borrow my shirt, my shoe to interview and get selected one by one. Funny I used to coach them to get selected. By the time I cleared no one hired me. My life was gone. MBA?
No money, already had a bank loan for BE.I did get placed however in a small company months later off campus but the call letter never came.”
“Anyway I don’t care I make more money than all those 9 pointer in my batch now.”
He smiled, “I know what you are thinking? I am earning in a morally ill, illegal bad way and they are just so pure earning, working their asses off right?? Let me tell you something kid, There is only one f***ing philosophy in life. What you do is good or bad doesn’t matter, it’s up to you but whatever you do,you got to be smart there is no choice about that. It is the rule. Only the smarter wins here not always the good ones. YOU wouldn’t be sitting here listening to me if you had been smarter and known it was a plan.”
There was an awkward silence. I tried to speak but didn’t know what to say.
"what i do is the most thriving business in Chennai with a profit rate of 93% and what you will earn you can save and after 4 years of college you will have enough money to do whatever you want, be whoever you want to be, it is a strictly 4 year agreement and at your final year you will help me recruit a first year just like i got you. Yeah, trust me you aren't the first or the last."
“The problem is there is a rival for us. The unofficial border is the railway track. I operate to the north and they to the south but as can you see the market thrives mainly because of college students and that is where you come in….”
-RED
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