with prostitute-type Saturday-night
secretaries, cugars, and bisexual AC-DCs, everything I have openly
written, and all these problems that I faced, are capable enough to
drive anyone depressed. But it is my courage that I am still on
track. This is not the matter of confession for which I should go
to church, or it is not so simple that I can convince an advocate
and file a case in the court. I did not find any way to let it come
out so I am telling this story to you, to you all, so that you can
see, how much I had to suffer to come up in life. A real blunt
truth without any literary animation and grandiloquence!
This narration includes everything starting from the
suffering of my own frayed temper, the frustration and the fight to
defeat destined endangering poverty. And that helped me become the
man of Midas-touch. At present, I am the managing director of
Cromosys, a company which is excelling in the fields of education,
print media, and motion picture production. For a brief period of
time I was in the USA, where I learnt foreign languages, and after
coming back to India I worked for BPO companies as a team manager
for five years. I saved every single penny I earned, and that made
me secure my residence in this most expensive Mumbai city. I have
been teaching English and French with sure-success method for last
thirteen years, and my five educational books are published
online.
For the great success of this book, including all my
friends, I would like to thank those five women also who gave me a
subject to write as they are still alive in the world, and they
should to be brought under searchlight, because a little literally,
a little logically, and a little metaphorically, these five women
should be called my wives, if you forgive the mistakes, cheating,
and deception they played with me.
Now let me tell you the last part of the story which
happened in the year 2010, and when it happened, I had lost all the
courage to live my life. I went into depression for months, but
little by little, now I am recovering. The reason for this is that,
in this incident I was smacked the blow to die by none other than
my own family people. The conspiracy was framed-up by my bother.
When it happened I felt the same as a raped girl feels, when she
comes to her father for protection but her father also rapes
her.
Here I tell you what happened at the end.
After Pushpa ran away from Mira Road, I requested my
family to search for a girl for my marriage in September 2010 when
I was thirty. Though, since the age of eighteen, I knew that my
brothers were not going to do anything good to me, so I never asked
any help and never gave them any chance to play a trick with me.
But when I could not find a girl for marriage, I surrendered myself
to family.
Since my father passed away in his early forty which
was around twenty eight years ago, the family came into severe
financial lurch. Both of my elder brothers spent money for my
education but when the time came to get me married, they were
inclined to find the very poor, less educated and village-girl who
could look after my village-house in Bihar. After my mother passed
away, the two bhabhis (sisters-in-law) were not able to stay in the
village, so they wanted my wife to be with them.
In November 2010, I told my bhabhi that I would like
to come down to Delhi to meet them. And I requested her to search a
girl for me. Now see, what did she and my bother do…
They found a girl from very poor family in the
interior village of Bihar.
The girl was so thin as if she was having some major
sickness.
They took dowry from the girl’s family which I was
never told.
They emailed me the photo of her which was taken five
years ago.
My bhabhi told me that she would show me the girl
before marriage and after my approval only the marriage would take
process.
The day I reached Delhi, she gave me
drug-diluted tea to drink and I went into drowsiness for four days.
She
secretaries, cugars, and bisexual AC-DCs, everything I have openly
written, and all these problems that I faced, are capable enough to
drive anyone depressed. But it is my courage that I am still on
track. This is not the matter of confession for which I should go
to church, or it is not so simple that I can convince an advocate
and file a case in the court. I did not find any way to let it come
out so I am telling this story to you, to you all, so that you can
see, how much I had to suffer to come up in life. A real blunt
truth without any literary animation and grandiloquence!
This narration includes everything starting from the
suffering of my own frayed temper, the frustration and the fight to
defeat destined endangering poverty. And that helped me become the
man of Midas-touch. At present, I am the managing director of
Cromosys, a company which is excelling in the fields of education,
print media, and motion picture production. For a brief period of
time I was in the USA, where I learnt foreign languages, and after
coming back to India I worked for BPO companies as a team manager
for five years. I saved every single penny I earned, and that made
me secure my residence in this most expensive Mumbai city. I have
been teaching English and French with sure-success method for last
thirteen years, and my five educational books are published
online.
For the great success of this book, including all my
friends, I would like to thank those five women also who gave me a
subject to write as they are still alive in the world, and they
should to be brought under searchlight, because a little literally,
a little logically, and a little metaphorically, these five women
should be called my wives, if you forgive the mistakes, cheating,
and deception they played with me.
Now let me tell you the last part of the story which
happened in the year 2010, and when it happened, I had lost all the
courage to live my life. I went into depression for months, but
little by little, now I am recovering. The reason for this is that,
in this incident I was smacked the blow to die by none other than
my own family people. The conspiracy was framed-up by my bother.
When it happened I felt the same as a raped girl feels, when she
comes to her father for protection but her father also rapes
her.
Here I tell you what happened at the end.
After Pushpa ran away from Mira Road, I requested my
family to search for a girl for my marriage in September 2010 when
I was thirty. Though, since the age of eighteen, I knew that my
brothers were not going to do anything good to me, so I never asked
any help and never gave them any chance to play a trick with me.
But when I could not find a girl for marriage, I surrendered myself
to family.
Since my father passed away in his early forty which
was around twenty eight years ago, the family came into severe
financial lurch. Both of my elder brothers spent money for my
education but when the time came to get me married, they were
inclined to find the very poor, less educated and village-girl who
could look after my village-house in Bihar. After my mother passed
away, the two bhabhis (sisters-in-law) were not able to stay in the
village, so they wanted my wife to be with them.
In November 2010, I told my bhabhi that I would like
to come down to Delhi to meet them. And I requested her to search a
girl for me. Now see, what did she and my bother do…
They found a girl from very poor family in the
interior village of Bihar.
The girl was so thin as if she was having some major
sickness.
They took dowry from the girl’s family which I was
never told.
They emailed me the photo of her which was taken five
years ago.
My bhabhi told me that she would show me the girl
before marriage and after my approval only the marriage would take
process.
The day I reached Delhi, she gave me
drug-diluted tea to drink and I went into drowsiness for four days.
She
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