On a lazy Sunday, for some strange reason I
remembered the days when emails were new technology.
Many rushed frantically to register their names in all the available email
services, as if it was their pride-of-place in history. I did too, before sanity
dawned on me and I settled reasonably well with gmail.
I decided to try all the ID’s that I had created. Not surprisingly, I saw that all had dumped me but one gracious service provider who had still kept my account alive.
The inbox was a reassurance that kindness,
benignity and all such human values are still alive in this dog-eat-dog world.
Marian Kate of Malaysia
had notified me on behalf of the Malaysia Sweepstakes Compensation Award that I
am the beneficiary of USD 2.5 mio.
Steve Morgan of UK had
received moneys from an Inheritance Fund, by the selfless help of the great
Peter Campos (camping in New Delhi).
Steve, inspired by Pete’s causeless mercy on unrelated individuals
around the globe, chose to advice me to contact Pete to claim my money of USD
3.0 mio.
Albert Jones of Lagos was
very appreciative of my active efforts in securing his fortune. As he was busy making investments out of his
newfound wealth, he had advised his finance house to transfer USD 10 mio to my
account.
Maureen Leighton was on the
verge of death, and had no kin. She had
picked me as the most appropriate out of the 6 billion souls in this world to receive her fortunes
the approximate worth of which was in excess of USD 100 mio.
Ben Mason of Google UK had
written to me that out of gratitude of my continued patronage of Google, they had
chosen my email ID for a prize of GBP 550,000.
In terms of quantum, this may not be as big as the others; nevertheless nothing can be as large as Ben’s heart.
By just checking my mails in time I
could have been in Forbes 50. I am not
worried about that; you may know me; I am not after money. But the opportunity that I lost to help
Davidson Swick of IMF in performing his duty worries me. Dave was annoyed that I had not claimed my
payout of USD 10.5 mio….. Gratis. He was
in charge of the conveyance and couldn’t complete his job due to lack of
response from me. I hope he kept his job.
Also, I could not help my
dear friend Tripathi when he was stranded in Spain. He had lost his baggage, his wallet, his wife's handbag, her jewels, his credit card, debit card, TC and currency. The hotel had chucked them out into the street, they had nothing to
eat and were freezing in cold weather in minimal clothing. Poor Tripathi! His life has always been such a see-saw of
fortunes and misfortunes. See... fortunately he had his laptop from which he could email me but unfortunately I didn't check my
mails. I feel embarrassed to call him now.
That day, I realised that there are so many philanthropists still alive in our world. I was ashamed at my abysmal social consciousness.
Believe me. It pays to be good to others. No Question.
