When I left my full time job a few years
ago, I occasionally do freelance jobs (of all sorts) ... to earn me some extra pocket money. One of the
many ‘odd’ jobs that I do is providing transport ... some call it “private taxi” but I still like
to call it “providing transport”. I send people everywhere ... to airports,
train stations and sometimes I drive people outstation. I do it every now and
then catering to a handful of regular customers.
On one occasion ... more than a year ago, I
got a call from a lady for a trip to the airport. When I picked her at her
house, I immediately recognized her and she too recognized me ... I worked with
her once on a marketing event some years ago. She was surprised to see me now
working freelance providing transport. On the way to the airport we chatted and
I found out that she is now a top executive of a well known international cosmetic
company ... told me she is going overseas for a conference.
We chatted casually for a long while and
then she asked me (I cannot remember the exact words but something to this
effect) ... “Shiek, you were a well paid senior manager in a big MNC ... now
you are just making a couple of hundred bucks driving and carrying luggage for
people ... what happened?”
At first, I thought I detected a note of
mockery in the question ... well, maybe not, maybe I am just a bit sensitive
... anyway, told her I simply had enough of the corporate world and one day I
just decided to give it all up ... that’s it, nothing happened!
And disbelievingly she said ... REALLY? Now,
the tone and manner she replied told me I was right in the first place, she did
intend to inject a bit of sarcasm in the question. Not sure why but I guessed in
her opinion, one just don’t walk away from a well paid job in the corporate
world to do odd jobs ... something must have happened.
Then the conversation shifted back to her
career and she told me how she worked her way up the corporate ladder over the
last several years, how busy she is now with the travelling and meetings and
the corporate jargons lasted all the way to the airport. On the way back, I thought
to myself ... good for her, she is now a high flying corporate hotshot,
enjoying a great career ... she is very likely to go far.
After that, I forgot all about this lady
... until recently ... when I saw her again. This time she was in the waiting
area of a private hospital. This time, I saw a very different person. When I
greeted her, I could hardly hear her voice ... from what I see, she was quite
sick. I spoke to her friend who was accompanying her and though we did not say
much of what is actually happening to her ... the baldness, the pale face and
the skeletal frame suggested the side effects from chemotherapy treatment of a
terminal illness. I felt sorry for her and I am sure those who know her felt
the same but that is all one can offer.
As I drove away from the hospital ... I recalled
the conversation that I had with her (when I was sending her to the airport)
... she was a top executive of a large company, a high flying corporate hotshot
who was doing so well, a great career and so much to look forward to ... all
that doesn’t matter anymore. Ironically I thought to myself ... what
happened?
(Later I was told that she passed away due
to cancer)
Too many times I have heard of similar stories
... life throws a hard curve and strike without warning. Almost in all of these
situations, it is always too fast, too late. By the time one realizes it ... nothing
matters anymore and by then there is no point asking ... "what happened?"
If someone ask me again ... “what
happened?” ... let me say this ... what happened to me is my choice ... I chose
to leave the fast lane for a simpler life. For the last several years, I chose the way I want to live ... I like it this way. I like to choose “what happened”
to my life ... for as long as I can.
