The story of a boy and his boat..!!

I’m not so good at writing stories, but today I’m writing a story. This story is of a 7 years old boy who lived in a small town, the boy studied in a school nearby his home. Boy’s school was not a big school and It’s not like the playschools of today. His school didn’t had any playground or even the playing instruments. There was a small ground where school assemblies took place. Since the boy was newly admitted to the school, he didn’t have many friends. He sits all alone after his classes got over and wait for his name to call upon, There were not many rickshaws in his school, so  they operate in shifts, It was in third shift when the name of the child was called upon and he ran to be the first one to get into rickshaw, there was no specific reason for his running and after sitting into rickshaw the boy sits quietly and reached his home. The things repeat regularly, the child was silent. Sometimes he saw his fellow class mates, they often talked but child didn’t got a chance to make new friends.

Seasons changed and then comes the month of August, It had been 2 months since the child is being admitted into the school, It was the month of rain and one day it started raining heavily, The little midground was filled with water, the little children were playing in that water but the boy was sitting quietly in a room from where he’s watching all those kids and he was fascinated by all this. Later on the boy found that the children were making some boats and they throw them in water and now the boats were all floating. This excited the boy, he stood up from his seat and went there, he saw all other boys were playing with their boats. In fact they were playing a game, whose boat should travel maximum.  This all fascinates the little boy, he too wanted to join the game but he didn’t know how to make boat, he requested all those kids who were standing there to make a boat for him but they all refused because no one knew him. The child was upset as usual he returned home, His brother was there in home he asked his brother to teach him how to make boats, but his brother refused saying its very difficult thing, he asked his mother toteach him how to make boats, but his mother said first do your homework and then learn the table of 13, if you learned it whole heartedly then only she would taught him, the art of making boats. Boy was trying to learn from last 2 months the table of 13, but he was unable to learn it. He weep and then came the father of child from his office. The Boy asked his father to teach him how to make boat, It was the child’s Father who taught him how to make boat. The child was feeling happy. There were so many old newspaper in the house of child, he tore them and started making boats, he made so many boats, and selected five best of them. He placed those boats in between his maths notebook and after every hour he checked his bag, if his boats were allright.

Next day before going to school, he again checked his bag, and went to school with all his boats, He was waiting desperately for rain. And as predicted it started raining, This time child joined the kids who were there yesterday, the child was there with maximum boats he had five boats and this is giving him a sense of pride, but that pride vanishes soon, when his all boats being swallowed in water, they were made from the newspaper and they loose their rigidity after few seconds. The boy was dejected and his fellow mates were lauging at him, the child didn’t like this at all. When again he went home he told all this to his brother, It was his brother who gave him some tips this time, he asked the little boy to make his boat from the Wall Calendar that was lying on the wall, the paper of the calendar was thick and rigid. The little boy made his boat from that paper of calendar, and kept it again in his school bag. The next day It again rained, but this time it was the little child who was coming first every time. Things repeat daily, all other kids now were friends or better to say fan of that little child, and Little boy’s boat travelled maximum distance each day in that small middle ground. Little child was happy he was the cynosure of that small competition. But this happiness doesn’t last for long, season again changed, and the rain had gone, so did the happiness of that little boy. The shift of small boy had been changed from third to first and  with this little boy was again lonely. He was waiting again for another rainy season, or for anyother art just as that of boat making.

The Little Boy was not an extraordinary child, He was the same boy as any ordinary boy of his age, who’s now being pronounced by so many wonderful names by his friends, In short it was Me.. I’m writing it after years because the thing that I learnt on that day, has taught me more than anything, that i ever expect from this life. I have learnt a new theorem, The Theorem of Winning, When you are successful, then there are always persons around you, to learn from you and appreciate you. But when you loose, no one is near you to console you, Success is sometimes by chance and so is the failure, there are so many things in this world that sometimes you can’t achieved, no matter how much attempt you have given for that or even how much dedicated are you for that, but sometimes success is by chance. You didn’t even done a single thing and you got the success. All of us have friends, we readily asked them for a party when then do something good, but how many of us console our friends, when they loose something, We fear that they shall take us in a wrong way, but if they share their joy with us, then with whom they shall share their sorrows, In fact that is the time when they need us  most.

Few days back a company visited my college and I got a chance to write its talent hunt exam, all of my friends  sit in that exam and to be blunt honest I was the dufferest in the group. I was the one who never took things seriously, I’m sure if three times the interviewer ask me tell me about yourself than all the three times I’m going to give him a different answer, because me myself don’t know what to say, I haven’t even prepared my CV, Its the eve before my exam, I amended someone’s CV and converted it to mine. But luckily I got selected, I was happy. There are friends of mine who deserved to be selected but they loose, not because they lack something or they are not so intelligent, they loose only because the day was not theirs, and in the words of boy it was not rainy season. I know God has planned something good for them. But Sometimes, this thing always made me to think, In our life we give so many exams, things start from the day when first time one gives his board examination, then intermediate, then Engineering Entrance, then blah blah examination and then some more blah blah examination. I want to know if the results of these examinations show our real potential..?? How can a 3 hour examination judge all about candidate.. How can one know in an interview that how much a candidate know..?? I know many of my friends who are preparing for Off campus examination, they are mugging Barron, What they are doing is simply they are learning the passages of the Barron and their answers, they don’t know whats being given in the passage simply what they know is the answer of this passage is this, and the papers are coming from Barron, is this is the thing that companies and world expect from us, Is this the selection procedure of companies..? There is a flaw in system, Its painful when you loose, and Its more painful when you know you doesn’t deserve that lost, But that’s life. Everyone has its season, in everyone’s life sometimes come the season of rain when he makes boats, and these boats float in water and bring pride for the person, but this is always a season, rain is always followed by winter. If you are successful today then it doesn’t mean that you shall always remain as such, so be respectful to all those who make you achieve that success. Be thankful to all those who clapped when your boat floats in water and it travels the maximum distance