Sunday, May 11, 2008
I can't find the singer to this song and have to make do with this video. Quite a shame, as this song reminds me of a time when I tried to run my own small business in Section 15, Subang Jaya, some many years back. With promises of business support from several quarters, I rented a small office as the promised business would need more people to do sales.
Soon after acquiring some secondhand office furniture, and prior to the promised support, I used the office as a place for meditation, or 'berkhalwat' as Muslims would prefer to call it. There, I read the Noble Al-Quran and meditate the greatness of Allah s.w.t. Off course, I could only do that in between my running around servicing my already existing clients.
Then, the first part of the promise materialised and I took one guy as my sale staff. Can't remember how I met him nor what really transpired, but the guy was down on his luck with a broken marriage and no place to go. With promise of providing me with certain related documents, I took him in and allowed him to use the office as his temporary refuge. No, I was not being kind as he had a need as do I.
After initial training, day by day I gave him pocket money to sustain himself, along with some traveling expenses meant for business purposes. Day by day, he came back empty handed till one day, he asked me for RM50 when just the previous day I had given him the same amount. Worse, his breath reeked of alcohol and he looked rather tipsy - at lunch time! He said he needed the money to entertain a potential client and even dragged me to the meeting place which was a pub! I would not have anything to do with it and just drove off.
The next day, I took back the office keys and chased him out. I promised to give back all his stuff if he can produce the documents he promised. But the guy could not and I never returned his personal stuff. By then, the business promised to me had evaporated when a mutual friend stepped in and promising a big cut to the first guy's pocket. And I by then had reached the tail-end of my funds and returned the office back to the owner. In the end, all parties involved suffered losses as the business could not take off. Then, the Short-Message-System involving web portals were still new and not many corporations wanted to invest advertising or broadcasting using the system. Last I heard, a major GLC bought over the business and absorbed it as a parcel of its services.
Don't mind sharing with you, it took quite a bit of my confidence. Perhaps, though wiser now, I can only look back at that part of my life as takdir. But one thing though, the meditation part was beautiful.