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Sunday, 7 January 2018

A stingy ex colleague

A few days ago I met an ex-IFS at a food centre. At first, I couldn't recognised him as he appeared old, fat and haggard. But when he ordered his food loudly, I recognised that voice. It was Ven (not his real name). What I am going to blog is rather personal but I felt compelled to tell the story as I've held it back for many years.
Some years ago (probably in 1974), Ven and I did a flight together and nightstopped in London for 3 days. Ven was a heavy gambler. He was a member of a prestigious casino in London. On checking into the hotel, Ven and I had a meal. After a few hours of sleep, Ven left for the casino. He told me he was going to break the casino with his 2,000 English pounds which he brought from Singapore. In those days, one pound was equivalent to S$8. In short, Ven had a capital of S$16,000 to fight the casino.
The next morning, Ven rang me up and conveyed the bad news. He had lost all his money to the casino. He wanted to borrow money from me but I did not have much except for a hundred pounds.
Ven kept pestering me to borrow from my London friend whom he knew was quite rich.
I spoke to my friend and managed to borrow 2,000 pounds from him. On receiving the money, Ven left for the casino that evening. I did not go with him.
About 3 hours later, there was a knock on my door. I opened the it and there stood Ven! He was in a fabulous mood for he had recovered his losses plus won another 3,000 pounds. In short, he won 5,000 pounds or S$40,000 from the money I lent him. We were jubilant and celebrated with a big meal in a nearby restaurant.
The next morning, I returned the money I took from my London friend.
It was a big and lucky break for Ven. Had it not for the loan from my friend, Ven would have no way of winning back his 2,000 pounds and won another 3,000 pounds.
Here is where the story began. Since Ven won so much money, I asked him for 100 pounds or S$800 to be donated to a student studying in London. I knew this student who was from a poor family in Singapore. No doubt he was on a free scholarship but sometimes, he needed some extra money for food and clothing. Ven refused to donate. I was disappointed with Ven after all the help I had given him. I knew Ven for quite a long time but now he showed his true colour.
Since that incident, I kept my distance from Ven. We did not talk to each other for many years.
The last I heard was that Ven has retired, suffered a stroke that left him almost paralysed. I was told his wife had left him after he incurred a huge pile of debts as a result of gambling losses.
To me this is karma or retribution. 

9 comments:

Anonymous said...
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Anonymous said...

His only weakness and lifestyle.Not stable and most ending not good.At least he dont harm junior crews for some stupid reasons,but gambler mind operates differently which is preservation of capital,their lifeblood.But allow him to repent,their ranked crews give bad checks and thus income in the long term,worse things on board as CIC or Manager to terminate CC .In the end,such skillset cannot generate money,only bad karma,at least Ven got time lefts and enjoyed when times were good and so on.Long term only casino winners.Peace to him,and pray for him so that the ending is kind.

Anonymous said...

Yup Vin had done it his way
He had it all the best there was,those days
Many would envy his lifestyle a chance
To be in his shoes in the seventie
Long way from home'in Gloucester Golden Nugget,A spin on lady luck or blackjack
Better than a clerk in dull office
He was young then,Junko by his side
All young man wants to be in SQ
The flight from Sin,long until Jumbo
Hop across to London in a day
Vin lived and if turn back time
He would not have regret every roll
Of the wheel or the face of the card
The adrenaline rush of winnings
And then more money than allowances
Till the next flight back to Sin
While the music plays House of Rising Sun
Its was one high to another,more eupora
The Lifestyle one envy,the jobs in Paradise
Wish I could write better,could not move,
No much money and probably gone
Love of my life,you also ?
Will my friend still now a friend or afraid
I asked for money to pass the time.
Only this I have to my name
Ven Oh ,the last of the Steward ?

Anonymous said...

Missed his falsetto.... stylistic style.

Anonymous said...

He should have gone into Opera,Junko as the ever faithfull wife."Living the high Life and into the Abyss".Secret life of a Flight Steward.Only known the ending should be sad,bad,and heart rending unless a saviour arrive by his benefactor from Indon with loads of bitcoin gains comes on the final scene and a miracle happens.The Last of the Air Steward should have a happy ending.How it ends one cannot wish.Let us pray anyway.Let the Fat Lady say so that its the end.

Anonymous said...

His wife was Junko? Talk kok. Alway the same sicko nut commenting!

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Anonymous said...

His only crime was not acceding to donate.
He was not a bully or conniving ( like some of his peers )
He loved kuda. He was good at it too. Just over confident.

people in the gambling world are very quick with arithmetic.
super quick. You cannot cheat them. In fact, you may be stunned
by their sharpness in division, multiplication and percentages.
Faster than you using a calculator!
He should have been a forex trader.

Anonymous said...

Fumiyo