When I was in Kinder garden, my parents made me believe, ‘Success’
means reciting alphabets and numbers, without mistake. When I grew into 5th
grade, getting into ‘Top 5 rank’ meant success to me. When I grew bigger, standards of success too
grew bigger. Success meant getting into prestigious institutes for higher
studies. I got into one, and thought it’s all over. But life taught me that I
had just begun.
All
through my childhood, I wondered, “When I would grow up”. And now that am a grown up, I worry, “Why did I
grew up”. Life was so simple. ’ Home works’ were the only trouble I faced, ’Good
byes’ were valid only till the next day morning, ‘Greatest pain’ I felt was due
to the scratch in the knee, when I fell down from cycle. ‘Longest waiting moments’
were the ad intervals between the cartoons. ‘The worst character I ever faced’,
was that bully who broke my pencil tip.
Back to reality. I stood
bewildered. Success wore a thousand new faces, and so did the people. Everybody had their own definition of success.
Success meant to top the college, to lead a college gang, to have a girl
friend, to win competitions, to co-ordinate seminars and conferences, to dance
in cultural, to do highly creative projects, to do master degree in USA, to
secure highly paid job, to satisfy parents, cousins, friends, girlfriend, next
house uncle, a nameless well wisher, and it never ends. Each day, every new
face I saw, gave a new definition to success.
Random
thoughts hap hazarding my mind, struggling to coin my own definition of success;
I strolled through a rainy road, where I saw a kid struggling to float her ‘Paper
boat’. Wishing to help her, I took the paper boat and unfolded it. I read in it, my definition for success, in a
shabby handwriting,
“SUCCESSFUL IS THE PERSON, WHO HAD LAUGHED OFTEN AND LOVED
MUCH. WHO HAS GAINED THE RESPECT OF THE CHILDREN. WHO LEAVES THE WORLD BETTER
THAN HE FOUND IT, WHO HAS NEVER LACKED APPRECIATION FOR THE EARTH’S BEAUTY. WHO
NEVER FAILS TO LOOK FOR THE BEST IN OTHER OR GIVE BEST FOR THEMSELVES”
I silently
thanked the kid for ‘paper boat’. She looked gleefully at me, as the paper boat
sailed ceremoniously through the rain water.
“Have you found your ‘paper boat’?”
that is such a beautiful post. I completely agree success has nothing to do with winning or money. It is how beautifully a person has lived his life, making a difference to the world.
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wow... i read today something today which may be apt to this ""People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness. Just because they're not on your road doesn't mean they've gotten lost." Dalai Lama...keep posting:)
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