Quick wits, hard work and destiny relented at last; breathing new life in Sanjay’s withering branches. Gradually and then by leaps and bounds his (business) tree sprouted shiny new leaves and succulent shoots. His trunk became a force to be reckoned with. Nature’s ferocious furies failed to move it. It had arrived at the pinnacle of its potential. Now he Sanjay, an oft scorned relative became “a wishing tree”. Many a time, his help was sought when a business was on its last legs. His monetary aid became a “sanjeevani “medicine, reviving it.
Needy kith and kin who had given him the wide berth before now suddenly found his whereabouts and closed in. Smarmy and wheedling they soon ingratiated themselves to him. Success can and does go to one’s head and he too was not immune. Drunk with success and shamelessly pandered to by his many hangers on, Sanjay became insufferable. He still helped people but made them grovel besides humiliating them in front of his coterie. Aid seekers were grateful to him for his timely help but in their heart of hearts they started resenting him. Sanjay’s one saving grace was that he never forgot his bad times and often helped many needy folks secretively, no one being the wiser. Only his personal chauffer knew this side of his persona. He had sworn him to secrecy.
Trying to keep up with the in crowd of society had slowly weaned the creative side of his personality. He had been a fine poet in his time. He no longer penned ghazals and verses. His refinement had been overtaken by shallow superficiality. He was oblivious to the price eked by success from him.
Sanjay’s old mother saw what had happened to her elder son. She was treated like a well preserved cared for antique and nothing more than that these days. Sanjay no longer visited his mother in the evenings like before. She missed him dreadfully and grieved… The old lady prayed to the lord to knock some sense into her generous albeit misguided son. But it was too late.
Cycle of destiny took a full turn. Long period of drought took its toll and Sanjay “the wishing tree” soon suffered huge financial losses. The multi business branches were chopped for financial reasons. The Wishing Tree became a mere shadow of its former glorious self. The hangers on vanished like hair from an age ravaged bald head. Sanjay was now left with only his own small family, faithful jack of all chauffer and mother.
This change in fortune strangely enough did not perturb him. In reality Sanjay felt at peace. He had more than enough for his family’s needs. The old lady smiled contentedly knowing that her “wishing tree” son would flower again but with prudence this time round.
Notes: No personality can be termed black or white. Everyone has saving graces/ redeeming qualities along with in between shades. That is my contention.
In Hindu mythology, Sanjeevani is a magical herb which has the power to cure any malady. It was believed that medicines prepared from this herb could revive a dead person –source-wiki
Ghazals: is a poetic form consisting of rhyming couplets and a refrain, with each line sharing the same meter. A ghazal may be understood as a poetic expression of both the pain of loss or separation and the beauty of love in spite of that pain. The form is ancient, originating in 6th century Arabic verse. It is derived from the Arabian panegyric qasida. The structural requirements of the ghazal are similar in stringency to those of the Petrarchan sonnet. In its style and content it is a genre which has proved capable of an extraordinary variety of expression around its central themes of love and separation. It is one of the principal poetic forms which the Indo-Perso-Arabic civilization offered to the eastern Islamic world.- source -wiki