The wound caused by fire will heal, but a scar left by tongue never, goes a famous Tamil saying.
I committed two blunders which I regret. There was this man who helped me at the initial stages of struggle in Mumbai. Later he became my boss in the newspaper. One day, we had a heated argument. I am convinced I was right, but the words I used were not.
He refused to pass my voucher for the work on my off day.
“I am not begging. Just pay for my work,” I shouted in a nasty tone.
“But you once came begging for a job. Have gratitude,” he slapped back. Harsh words from both sides. I wish I was more mature.
There was another guy from Kolkata who had always been nice to me. We decided to start a weekly. Five of us joined and the project was going OK. But I got an offer from the Gulf and had to leave.
Quitting a cushy job after 17 years wasn’t easy and I was going through the blues. I could not talk to him properly and the misunderstanding grew.
My apologies failed to convince him.
Buddies, when you get angry, bite your lip, do not let the words out.
Oye, post sounds serious? OK, a joke.
Two boys reached a river. They wondered how to cross. Suddenly they saw their master sitting on a mango tree on the other side. “Boss, how do we reach the other side?” asked one. “You are on the other side,” came the reply. (Thanks Internet)