The monk who didn't sell his ferrari!

Published Sunday, September 04, 2005 by Bharath Sattanathan | E-mail this post

He did sell his old ford car a few years back though. I was just reading this book ‘The monk who sold his ferrari’, so I thought I could get this heading for this posting. If I don't write about him I feel I am not doing justice to whatever I am learning from him.
I am trying to write about each influential figure in my life each time I am trying to write one. This man is at the top of the list. He is my trainer, not only physically but also mentally. There is a big group that trains under him. I have requested him also, to write about the mental and physical fitness part. Hopefully he will get used to switching the computer on and write little stuff that will make a difference to people who don’t come to him for training. As I had already written before, the higher we play no matter whichever sport we are playing, the mentally tougher sportsman would be the eventual winner. So his training helps me a lot to continue whatever I am doing.
There are lots of people we see in our day today life, who try to motivate us by their speech or quoting some cotes. For example I may try to motivate abhi (my pal), but I myself won't follow them most times.
I have been training under Mr. Vijay Dhruve for the past 7 months or so. Let me tell you about an incident that differentiates him from others.........
Weekends are generally fun since we have our two days first division league matches. It was a Monday night and Bangalore was as cold as ever. Monday is generally our rest day thanks to the matches on the previous two days. It was around six thirty pm when all of a sudden the idea struck Rita aunty (sir's wife).
Rita Aunty: Why don't we go to a movie? Which new movie is running in town?
Sir: Movie no chance, that to today please no ma (he calls her ma & she calls him pa)
Rita Aunty: Come on Vijay, don't be a spoilsport
Sir: Ok, but I will have to go to training tomorrow
Rita Aunty: That's ok you can certainly go in the morning
Sir: Ok…….
Rita Aunty: (checking the newspaper) we will go to Bunty Aur Bubbly! The trailer seems to be very good.
Sir: Tickets?
Rita Aunty: I have already told aswath about it and he has gone to the cinema hall to buy them
Sir: Now I understand where is the idea coming from, Mr. Aswath Aiyappa!
Rita Aunty: Don't blame the poor boy, he has just scored a hundred yesterday and he said he will take us all
Sir: mmm
Rita Aunty: But I have told him that I will sponsor
Sir: When is he coming here?
Rita Aunty: He must be coming here anytime... there he comes
Aswath: Hey folks! On time ah? I have got the tickets; it’s for the 10.15pm show
Rita Aunty: Thanks aswath, come let’s have dinner beta
As we made ourselves comfortable at the dinning table, the dinner was served. Yummy don't we love her food, Believe me she makes some really tasty food, the guju way! The dinner was over and (anyways I must say aswath ate like as if he hadn't seen food for years) we all got ready to go. We all managed to make ourselves comfortable in sir's esteem. Six of us in one car, that too with me, I guess you must count me for two, thanks to my 85 kgs structure and the 6'0 ft height. Anyways Sir was driving and I sat in the front. At the back were aswath, rita aunty, nithya & nivruthi (cute little daughters of dhruve's). We reached the movie hall by 9.25pm and the hall was in Brigade road one of the busiest roads in Bangalore. There was only limited parking available inside the theatre premises, so it was on first come first serve basis. We moved like a snail in the queue of cars for sometime and when we finally reached the gate, the watchman closed the gate and I could see him trying to hang the parking full board in the gate. It was 9.55pm. Just 20minutes left for the show to commence. 'There is no way in the world we are missing the opening scene' said rita aunty. So there was only one alternative. We will have to park the car a little ahead and walk back. So we decided that sir and aswath would go and park the esteem and rest of us would go in. It was 10.00pm & another 15 minutes to go according to the show timing displayed outside the hall. As we made our way through the crowded entrance we could see the names flashing on the screen, the movie had already begun, yes begun before 15 minutes of the scheduled time. All of us whoever was in made ourselves comfortable and I made sure I sat next to aunty since I needed a translator, since my knowledge in understanding hindi is a little poor.
After 10 minutes I noticed Mr.Aswath walking in alone.
Rita Aunty: Where is Sir?
Aswath: He is gone home.
Rita Aunty: What?
Aswath: Ya aunty
I thought aswath was playing his usual pranks, but something told me within that he is serious.
Rita Aunty: But why beta? He is supposed to have come to the movie.
Aswath: He apparently locked the car with the key in.
Rita Aunty: Jesus Christ, Oh no, so?
Aswath: He has caught a rick and gone home
What can aunty do at that moment of time, I don't know what was going on inside her head, and she started watching the movie and started explaining to aswath what he had missed. I had my own doubts on aswath but even after 10 minutes when sir hadn't come I thought something must have been really wrong. I was feeling very sorry for the man. First of all he doesn't like movies. On top of that it's a night show. He stands in queue for half an hour and finds himself unlucky thanks to a queue jumper. And now the ultimate thing has happened. He has locked the car with the keys inside. Oh no! It would have been like some big rock has fallen on his head.
It was 11.15pm when I see sir making his way into the theatre, smiling. Smiling? Yes he was smiling even then. It was the worst thing to happen to anyone. If I would have been in his position I would have done either of the two things. One I wouldn't have bothered about the car and watched the movie or else I would have gone home and slept! I swear I would have slept. He was in time for the interval, though I believe he missed nothing important. If he would have missed the whole movie also it doesn't matter, it wasn't worth watching that movie. I don't know how they rate the movie a box office hit.
He came and sat next to me after the interval and I asked him just one thing.' Why the hell you didn't even get angry? At least you could have been pissed with your luck?’ The reply he gave made me was unbelievable. If I were in his shoes either I could have got angry with rita aunty (since it was her idea), or aswath (he was the one who got the tickets), or that queue jumper (thanks to whom I didn’t get the parking inside) or at least get angry with your own self for having locked the car with the keys inside.
But he said neither of the above. Instead he said that magic cote, which I use time after time- 'It is what happens that is not important, it is what you do after what happens that matters'..................
As far as Rita aunty is concerned she had her fun watching the movie (obviously inside she would have felt for the man), aswath since he could have fun with anything, nitya and nivruthi also liked the night show I guess, I really don't know about sir, but me --I was inspired................................

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