Sometimes the biggest lessons arrive uninvited..!
Have you ever had unwanted guests at your party? You look at them and think—why are they here? Who even invited them?
Well, here’s the confession: I, Sameer Malhotra, used to be that person too.
And you know what life does when you play that game for too long? It teaches you the one lesson no one escapes—karma.
So, hello everyone. Sam here, checking in after five years. A lot has changed since then. From running with a pack of wolves, I’ve somehow ended up as a lone wolf. No side characters anymore. Just the MC—the Main Character.
Anyway, back to the story.
There was this one wedding I’ll never forget.
“Why are you here?”
“How will the bride get married without the groom, huh?”
“Don’t flatter yourself. Jesus.”
That was me, harmlessly flirting at my best friend’s wedding. But it was also the beginning of the end. One by one, all my single best friends got married. By the time the music stopped, I was the last man standing.
And yes, I was invited to her wedding. But that’s a story for another day.
The point is, I had made a habit out of crashing birthdays and weddings where nobody even knew who I was. I’d show up, eat good food, maybe dance a little, and leave. To make myself feel less guilty, I always carried a gift. In my head, the logic was simple: bring a gift, earn a seat at the table.
Sounded smart—until karma showed up at my doorstep.
“Hey Sam, long time no see! Happy birthday! This gift is for you…”
That’s what a random lady said at my birthday party. There were hardly 7–8 people in the room, so her presence stuck out like a sore thumb. I smiled the kind of smile you see at wedding receptions—polite, forced, fake. Inside, I was screaming: Who is this woman? And why did ‘long time no see’ have to end on my birthday?
Later I found out she was some long-lost relative. Someone who had never called, never checked if I was even alive, but had magically appeared the moment she heard about free food.
And that’s when it hit me.
This was karma. This was life’s way of showing me exactly how others must have felt all those times I turned up as their unwanted guest.
Karma didn’t come to punish me, it just came to remind me—if you don’t like the feeling of an unwanted guest, stop being one in someone else’s story.
In the end, every guest, wanted or not, leaves behind a reminder of what truly matters.