Mere auto mechanic ka taaluq Istanbul se hai. Choti si dukan hai. Imandar aadmi hai. Main gaari ke chote mote kaam usi se kerwa leta hun. Hum use 'Jibran' bulatey hain.
Main ne zindagi ke baRe baRe sabaq kitaboN ki bajaaye aam insaaon se sikhay hain - ke insaan hi is kaainat ki sab se bari kitab hai.
Kal Jibran ne mujeh bataya ke woh 2 hafte ke liye Istanbul ja raha hai. Main ne yunhi rawani main kaha: "You just went there last year. And, if I am not mistaken you were there a year before too".
Jibran hasne laga aur phir us ne mujeh ye kahani sunaii:
"I was born and raised in Istanbul. I got married and had kids while in Istanbul. I was an extremely ambitious person. I did well in my career and made good money before I reached 30. I wanted to make more money. I sold my business and moved to the USA. But still, I had some payment to come from my sold business. The guy who bought my business started giving me a runaround. I had to call every other day, and when that didn't work, I had to personally go there a few times - but to no avail. Over time, I got angry and furious, as it was a huge amount of money. My wife, friends, and family advised me to let it go as I was doing well in the USA - but now it was more a fight of ego, a sense of getting conned, and revenge. One day, I started having the idea of killing or physically harming that person. That night, I dreamed that I was at the top of the Galata Tower (an Istanbul landmark) with my two kids - and though I was there holding them, one after another, my kids slipped from my arms despite holding them tight and fell from the tower. I see their bodies dead on the floor from the top of the tower. The impact of that dream was so intense that I was unable to function for 2/3 days. Turkey is a sufi land of Hazrat Rumi. I took this as a divine message that my actual assets are my kids, that revenge will eventually hurt me, and that money does not matter. As soon as I understood that, I was all calm - and since that day, I have never worried about losing money. I travel to Istanbul every year to see my family and sit near Galata Tower, sipping Turkish apple chai and reminding myself of that one important lesson of life. You can call it my annual spiritual pilgrimage."
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Main ne zindagi ke baRe baRe sabaq kitaboN ki bajaaye aam insaaon se sikhay hain - ke insaan hi is kaainat ki sab se bari kitab hai.
Kal Jibran ne mujeh bataya ke woh 2 hafte ke liye Istanbul ja raha hai. Main ne yunhi rawani main kaha: "You just went there last year. And, if I am not mistaken you were there a year before too".
Jibran hasne laga aur phir us ne mujeh ye kahani sunaii:
"I was born and raised in Istanbul. I got married and had kids while in Istanbul. I was an extremely ambitious person. I did well in my career and made good money before I reached 30. I wanted to make more money. I sold my business and moved to the USA. But still, I had some payment to come from my sold business. The guy who bought my business started giving me a runaround. I had to call every other day, and when that didn't work, I had to personally go there a few times - but to no avail. Over time, I got angry and furious, as it was a huge amount of money. My wife, friends, and family advised me to let it go as I was doing well in the USA - but now it was more a fight of ego, a sense of getting conned, and revenge. One day, I started having the idea of killing or physically harming that person. That night, I dreamed that I was at the top of the Galata Tower (an Istanbul landmark) with my two kids - and though I was there holding them, one after another, my kids slipped from my arms despite holding them tight and fell from the tower. I see their bodies dead on the floor from the top of the tower. The impact of that dream was so intense that I was unable to function for 2/3 days. Turkey is a sufi land of Hazrat Rumi. I took this as a divine message that my actual assets are my kids, that revenge will eventually hurt me, and that money does not matter. As soon as I understood that, I was all calm - and since that day, I have never worried about losing money. I travel to Istanbul every year to see my family and sit near Galata Tower, sipping Turkish apple chai and reminding myself of that one important lesson of life. You can call it my annual spiritual pilgrimage."
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