Thanks to the coffee-mug !

In a small remote village in India,there was a child from a lower-middle class family. but , he belonged to a cast that was treated to be very high in the society. And thats is exactly when it all began...........the boy was brought up and moulded at every step and at every course of time in the nourishing hands of his hopeful parents, who sought nothing but their child's bright future. ...who spent every moment of their life aspiring to bring out their child's best,.......who sacrificed their money,time and pleasures for their child.....who invested all they had in their childs future.

As a due guerdon, the child grew up to be a genius, a maven in all subjects that he came across. he proved to be a man of erudition. his proficiency in the various bailiwicks of education was amazing and awe-inspiring! he could see the bricks in the building. he could think of the atoms in the water. he could speak volumes on the grandiose and majesty of the ever expanding universe. he could unravel the spellbinding mysteries of chemistry with utmost facileness. his fellow students were awe-struck at his ace.there was no domain of intellect or learning that was not his forte.

discrimination, generalization, learning, concept formation, inference, mental manipulation of memories, images, words and abstract symbols, eduction of relations and correlates, reasoning, and problem solving were a part of him. he was an ace in in all the intellectual traits and tasks such as ability to learn, success in adapting to new situations, the number and originality of mental associations, skill in reasoning , producing abstract ideas , problem-solving,...etc. intrapersonal intelligence.... logistic intelligence....interpersonal intelligence ...emotional intelligence......social.... kinesthetic........linguistic......spatial.....analytical....creative.....practical. ...........huh, there was no type of intelligence that he din't have.his parents, teachers, friends, everyone around him gaped with awe at his dexterity.

Now that our boy had aqcuired all his degrees, he set out in search for a job. but then, he was befuddled. No one had a vacancy for him. he fell into a stupor. what's this? but that was not the end. Only dejection greeted him wherever he went. he was turned down by every employer coz he did not belong to a caste that had reservation. he was thrown into an abyss of disheartenment and melancholy.
was all my learning in vain?

is evrything that i was taught at school and college hollow??

are all my hardwork and knowledge just to go down the drain?

why has destiny been so cruel to wipe out the sweat, sacrifices and hopes of my parents?

am i destined to be doomed, without any miscue on my part?

what should i do now? have i the courage to live with this utter failure? should i end here?? but whats the point in living a life and finally leaving as a failure and coward? is there no other go? his mind went blank with despair. his conscience couldn't suggest him anything. it seamed to be unconcious ( or was it that he was supressing it with all his opressing thoughts?).

Though he was earnestly trying to contemplate on what happened and what has to happen he couldn't make it. he felt a lump in his throat. he felt his heart disgorge into his mouth. he could feel his heart in his fist. he was depressed by the past, utterly dejected, and tensed by the very thought of his obscure and fuzzy future. then something on the table attracted his attention. it was the coffee mug on his table. he lifted the coffee mug and began to move it around in his hands slowly. his attention was grabbed by the writing on the coffee mug.

" The difference between a successful man and a failure lies in whether he sayings ' i have failed 3 times' or ' i am a failure' ".
................his mind was coming back to work. he felt his concience awaking and coming alive.he decided to say "i have failed once". he realised that many of life's failures were people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up. he also knew that if a man could dare to fail greatly, he could certainly achieve greatly. he had indeed failed greatly. ....he decided to achieve greatly.now his future was slowly appearing clear to him. he got up with confidence, took a deep breath and said to himself aloud " i have failed once, but i can achieve greatly. success isn't my destination, its my journey, and i will continue on this neverending journey."

..... "success is getting up and treading with confidence even after falling"

Thanks to the coffee-mug!! [:)]

signing off,
Miss Shark~ the girl who bought the world.
(i'm not a billionaire)