When Gambling become Pathological

Last Monday late in the night, I got a phone call from a friend who asked whether Mr. X called me. On further inquiry, I understood that Mr. X had that morning been sacked from his job, as his boss discovered that he had committed a fraud of a few million of rupees. His wife, in tears, called my friend to advice that Mr. X did not return home that evening and that she had no news of him.

Whilst all of us knew that Mr. X had huge debts accumulated from his previous gambling addiction but this time we feared that he was in total despair and could commit the irremedial act. I panicked and ressort to my only tool in these circustances: prayers.

Thank God, my fear did not materialise or God answered my prayer if I prefer to choose. The next morning, I was informed that Mr. X spent the night at the Bouchon on the cliff overlooking the sea deciding to commit suicide.A great relief.

Now the reconstruction work has to start. Life is a constant renewal is n’t it.