"The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean"
Friday, March 02, 2007
Winner: With a difference
My colleague had won the Photography contest conducted in our organization. When I met him in the pantry, I congratulated him and asked casually what the prize was. He told the prize and added that something better could have been given. Then I asked him (almost jokingly) what he would do with that prize. He told that he would go back to that person, whom he had taken the photo (that won him the prize) and give the gift to him (usually we, especially me, never give a gift of that kind to anybody, as it’s “me” who earned it and for that memorable moment). I was standing there (almost still) as he left to his cubicle, thinking there silently, not knowing what to think about…. Was I appreciating him? Or was I wondering at the existence of such people? Or was I jealous that I couldn’t get such an idea or occasion? I don’t know……….