The Frequency We Carry
Two People. Same World. Completely Different Outcomes
Harish and I were sitting at a small café near his workshop. He pushed his coffee cup aside and leaned back.
“Nothing is good,” he said. “All are cheaters.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Everything is wrong. The dealers have monopolised the cycle industry. How will newcomers like me ever build a business?”
“How many dealers have you met so far?”
Just then a cycle passed on the road outside. Harish’s eyes followed it.
“I make better cycles than that brand. But because of dealer monopoly I can’t sell.”
“How many dealers have you met?” I asked again.
He looked at me. “Two.”
“Two?” My mouth stayed open waiting for him to correct himself.
“How does it matter? All dealers are the same. They won’t support new brands.” He chuckled and looked away.
I kept quiet.
A few days later I was at a business conference. A mutual friend introduced me to one of the biggest cycle dealers in the city. After a few minutes of conversation I asked him directly — was he open to newer brands or did he only stock established ones?
He looked at me. “We actually prefer newer brands. Better margins. We always look for such collaborations.”
I told him about Harish. He was happy to meet.
That evening I called Harish with the news.
“Buddy you don’t know these dealers,” he said. “It’s a trick they play before rejecting.”
I didn’t know what to say so I said nothing.
I ran into Harish that same night outside a restaurant. We talked for a while. The dealers came up again. Then his landlord who had raised the rent without warning. Then the boys in his hostel who borrowed things and never returned them. One complaint led to the next without a pause. I listened and didn’t argue.
A few weeks later I was at Ashish’s party. I spotted Harish standing alone in a corner, slowly turning his wine glass in his hand.
I walked over. “Why are you standing here alone?”
He nodded toward the centre of the room where Ashish was laughing with a group of friends.
“Some people are just lucky. They don’t need to struggle.”
I had known Ashish since childhood. I knew how many doors he had knocked before one opened. How many people had said no before someone finally said yes. He had failed quietly and started again without complaining once. Luck had nothing to do with it.
Ashish spotted us and came over. “Hope you’re having fun,” he said, patting Harish on the arm.
Harish smirked. “Takes luck to have fun. Not everyone is lucky like you.”
I was about to say something when Ashish quietly held my hand. I stopped.
When Harish walked away to talk to someone else I turned to Ashish.
“Why did you stop me? You know he was wrong.”
Ashish looked in the direction Harish had gone. “He finds everything wrong in this world because that’s how he sees it. The frequency we emit is the frequency we connect with.” He paused. “You don’t see things as they are. You see things as you are.”
Quiet Clarity The world we find is rarely the world that exists. It is the world we carry.
Have you ever noticed how two people can experience the same world completely differently?
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