Thinking about what happened he is actually been a little dejected. Although he has been in the limelight unlike the others from his community. Just like Paulo Coelho’s book title goes, ‘The Winner Stands Alone’, he was always alone.
He was pretty fair complexioned. So for him, it was always hogging the limelight. He has been to hotel rooms with his group of friends though he was left with one. And that one, was again a lonely guy.
That guy used to take him around. Well he felt he was a very special friend. But the person had various interests.
“He was using me. I had heard him talk about me. He forcefully made me wash up although I had been his friend only for a couple of months. I used to be the topic of conversation. Sometimes I felt like he was just using me. I always used to think about ending my life by jumping from the 21st floor of the hotel or the topmost floor of the apartment.”
“Then I was on television.”
“I am Sreesaint’s towel. He carried me around throughout this season. He washed me and stuffed me in his bag while moving from hotel rooms across cities. Today I am part of a defining evidence. The world saw me. They paused. They zoomed. They viewed me from all different angles.”
“The Delhi Police washed me and hung me up on a rope behind their office. While being escorted to the cabin for questioning, he turned and looked back at me. Amidst his walk of shame.
I exchanged ignorant glances with him as I hung on there to dry up after my wash of shame”
A mistake is a mistake. It becomes even larger when you question the collective conscience of a billion Indians.
When you have money and fame there will be a lot of people around you.
A person is best judged by the company he keeps.
Wait till you do a mistake. Everyone disowns you.
Even the towel.