The mad gold Rush

Contours of his personality tell he is simple, hard working, bows to the orders. Barely went to school upto class 10th and drives his bosses's luxury sedans or a taxi or work elsewhere to earn a humble living. Living a life that is as normal as almost all of lower income people in a metro

Lived in a small chawl in a room having six family members adjacent to a luxurious commercial complex making them feel inferior every morning when the sunlight gets blocked by the glass walls of buildings. Not tired of the hardships of life, he goes to work with usual aspiration of getting permanent in his job as a driver

Never dreamt of the commerical value of his vicinty, gets an offer from opportunistic builder to buy the small chawls at a price that would make jealous, his over qualified top honchos at work place. The builder acquire all the nearly 400 chawls at an average price of Rs 10 mn. Overwhelmed by the offer, poor man rushes to his qualified seniors in the company to test veracity. The offer was genuine and the guy had turned an overnight millionaire and becomes a point of jealous debate. He moves out from the dingy location, buys a bigger house in a distant suburb and continues working on his humble job with a healthy residual bank balance

The story is not of just one guy but resembles to thousands staying in slums in a metro. Over night many have turned far richer than who these were subservient to. Is it destiny, pot luck or a well deserved money? Was this actually over night or destiny was waiting for long time to strike? Many of us study to get qualified and command a reputed jobs in pursuit of respectable life and stiking gold at some point of time

Forgetting the miseries the poor men would have gone before, the cozy life I have lived all along, overjealous, still working twelve hours a day in anticipation of striking gold one day. But if I do, will it give an everlasting smile?