It was a Friday morning....

It was a Friday morning....

And for me Friday was the luckiest day at Signal...

I not only began my career as a book seller on Friday...

But also sold highest number of books in one day on Friday...

Broke my own records of selling books on Fridays...

My one day highest earning was also, happened on Friday...

Some were good and some were not…

But most of the Fridays I enjoyed a lot…

Yes! It was a Friday morning and I was doing my regular job…means I was selling books at the traffic lights at Haji Ali.

The traffic was high till National Sports Club of India (NSCI), the people in the buses, in cars or on the motor cycles were honking, I think they were exhausted, were getting late and were not familiar with this kind of traffic like us.. the book sellers.

During this time at signal, “The argumentative Indian by Amartya Sen, Maximum City by Suketu Mehta and The World Is Flat by Thomas L. Friedman”, were some of the best-selling books.

I went to a car in which a foreigner was sitting with an Indian man.

I showed my books and tried to convince him for a purchase.

He was ready to buy but didn’t had any Indian money to give,

I asked the Indian man to pay on behalf of him, he refused….

The foreigner was ready to give me the British Pounds…

I thought, How could I take it, I haven’t seen such kind of money in my life and what, if this would turn as fake money….?

Who would pay me for the book at least the cost price ??

I had two options, One I would take it and two refuse it,( The unknown foreign money)

If I take it then I would also have to bear the risk of losing, both my money (the cost price) and the profit which I usually make by selling in Indian rupees.

The foreigner told me this is 10 Pounds, you would get at least Rs 800, now the choice is yours

I thought again and again and this entire dealing took approximately 30 to 40 minutes and from NSCI I reached Jaslok Hospital by running behind that car…

 Finally I took that money.

I took the risk of losing my input as well as my profits.

I took that risk which no one had taken since that time, the risk was just accepting the unknown money.

At Haji Ali signal, I was the FIRST person who accepted the foreign money, And

after that I sold so many books in Dollars, in Pounds, in Euros and even some other unknown money.

Due to which my friends started calling me the ANGREZ meaning the FOREIGNER. I never felt bad about all these things I think I loved that.

Now today, almost every one accepts all sorts of unknown money, I don’t know because of me or not but I think, maybe, somewhere I stared something new for everyone.

THANKS FRIDAYS