Poison and Meat

A few days ago, I went to the Cross River Mall with my little cousin brother to buy him some shirts and jeans as a birthday gift.

When I reached the showroom, I was shocked to find my wallet missing. I searched for it everywhere in the Mall. After scouting the two-floor mall, I gave up and took what comfort a wooden bench could offer. I just sat there and held my head in my hands. I was there to buy my brother a gift, and I had wound up losing his.

The wallet was new. It was brown Italian leather. It was a gift from my brother. I has heart broken. In fact I felt more sorry about the loss of the wallet than the loss of the money in it. The wallet itself cost more than the cash I was carrying. However I had lost all my bankcards along with the purse. It took me three hours to have them blocked. I relaxed when I learned that my cards were not misused. I thank God for this.

Hoping for a second chance, I continued the search at home. I tried to recall when I had seen it last and realized that it was the day before. Finally after turning my house upside down, I reached the conclusion that my wallet must have been stolen.

This loss forced me to think about all the losses I have incurred in the recent past. The Market (Sensex) crash in the month on Jan- Feb, in which I lost Rs 10,000 (approx). In January the markets crashed 2652 points. And due to this I lost about Rs 10,000. I was really afraid of the market because it was continuously falling. To cover my losses I sold all of my stocks lower than my purchasing price. But after a while the market stabilized. Whoever was lucky enough to buy my stocks at that point gained a lot from this.

In every loss there seems to be a gain. I consoled myself with the realisation that, “One man’s loss is another man’s gain, one man’s poison is another man’s meat”. I figured that the person who took my wallet must needs money more than me. This perspective made me feel a lot better.