Hello Freinds,
This is an article i had written when i was studying in 9th Std. A tiny tot back then, would pen down his thoughts in penance. Its about my struggle to come to the top. M sharing about the tough times and how it paid off and i see myself emerged as a successful person today.
Its true, damn true, it’s not something written as a mere suitable title, but reality which is the replica of my past. People comes and people goes but the one who is best, sparkling with terrifying deeds on to the death is remembered, not just remembered but worshiped, not just worshipped but people derive the high caliber from their life and onto the path of their own lives----for ‘BECOMING THE GREAT’---of their era. With this attitude I entered into this world of winning in my very early age, but the environment in this world was just for me, I could not manage anymore remaining in this world. But someone has rightly said that “a winner comes from the hardest core of their life”. And I started surviving into this, with only weapon of mine—the talents and also perseverance. I tried to do my best but could not be the winner after falling hundreds of time, was kept as a broken piece of glass. Nevertheless I never succumbed to this, nor did I go into the world of loneliness or sorrow.
The great personality always emphasis on remaining intact even in the bitter night or in a cloudy day. I tried my level best to prove myself as a powerful monarch, but was always sidelined. The pride that prevailed in my era worsened my condition. Only the suitable was placed on the throne, while the rest were the poor soldiers. I was one of them, though I tried a lot to be the best. This made me to push myself into the world, in which people just warm up their sits throughout their lifetime……egg hatchers
This pricked my conscience. This was a course in which I learnt to be the winner, even while falling…. I was never praised nor was I mourned. The good pride one fixed at their position, after viewing my trying spirit, but unluckily, could not praise or people shiver when they are shouldered the responsibility of proving themselves as the best one. I never had such fever or shiver. I only remember that ‘try again’.
In the mean course time, I have to go a far away new place from this one. But even here such rules were strongly implemented... In this condition, at this very new place with no one mine, but my talents I took the case of proving myself as the best. ..Oh! No I was again brutally sidelined. But not kept aloof, some, at this new place loved me while some also mourned me. These criticizing agents again tried to make my life full of sorrows. My savior took me out of this ghost full of place. Meanwhile I tried to remain adamant and firm with my high caliber in this demon full of place. Alas again the result of my success could not make me happy. No moment were those to which I can call the most lovable one in my lifetime
At the edge (time)of this my final year began, and also reining rulers changed, who were perceived as the most cruel one, ever since throughout the life by me and others. I this final year I got good friend circle from all the sides, not because of my caliber, but due to my soft nature and heart too. I pushed myself into the snow full and not a prickly syllabus, since it was also a year of proving myself as the best species in studying schedule, and not proving as a best all-rounder.
My studies gave my spectacular colours, and my caliber was still being sidelined. This time I derived high capacities from personalities at this new place and onto the path of my life. In this era too I got an opportunity better to say final one, since it was the last year of proving me as the best in this course though against the wish of my well wishers. I tried but could not get commensurate return from this.
With this I was terrified, with the series of losses and decided to give up everything I every aspect... But some was constantly highlighting my caliber. The authority, which was earlier viewed as a cruel one, rose to give me the right return. Hard worker is the savoir for god. Hard word never goes in vain. Almighty god came in golden cart to throne me on the sit of prince--- full of emerald and pearls.
After thousands of nights, a day aroused to do a wise justification with me…. Though alas I was nominated as the best students of the year by those who were constantly watching me and my good deeds. With this, the one who constantly achieved throughout the course, were ailed. But could not survive themselves from this ail of jealously. Since it was my time to be the best. But I was lust nominated and had not yet won. I was not an extra- ordinary--- this I proved on the audition round. Where the decision of whom to be crowned was decided. I was asked with the tricky and lovely questions to which answers were like impossible for others.
My hard word and never giving up tendency helped me a lot. I answered all the questions in a very unique and interesting way which kept the judges fixed. All respected my caliber and now was the final time, for which I had to wait a bit for the farewell to arrive… which ultimately arrived after desperation with full zest.
Years went… ages went ….. Everything went…. and the last time…. The farewell time arrived where my deeds throughout my course were notified and equally weighted
My hard work did not go underneath. Thanks to those well wishers who nominated me. And of course a crores of times thanks to lord almighty who kept me under the microscope all the time.
After Thousands of nights a day roused when I was crowned the “best boy of the year 2003-04”….. Receiving such a big award of ‘best student’ is not a joke but a process of becoming the great with patience, perseverance and confidence ….. Because hard word never goes under the ground nor it get dissolved in water, neither can it be blow away in the strong wind and also it cannot be snatched away by any one. So, always remember ’a day rises after thousands of nights…’
Hiren,
VJTI
Chief Cordinator of Pratimb'08
This is an article i had written when i was studying in 9th Std. A tiny tot back then, would pen down his thoughts in penance. Its about my struggle to come to the top. M sharing about the tough times and how it paid off and i see myself emerged as a successful person today.
Its true, damn true, it’s not something written as a mere suitable title, but reality which is the replica of my past. People comes and people goes but the one who is best, sparkling with terrifying deeds on to the death is remembered, not just remembered but worshiped, not just worshipped but people derive the high caliber from their life and onto the path of their own lives----for ‘BECOMING THE GREAT’---of their era. With this attitude I entered into this world of winning in my very early age, but the environment in this world was just for me, I could not manage anymore remaining in this world. But someone has rightly said that “a winner comes from the hardest core of their life”. And I started surviving into this, with only weapon of mine—the talents and also perseverance. I tried to do my best but could not be the winner after falling hundreds of time, was kept as a broken piece of glass. Nevertheless I never succumbed to this, nor did I go into the world of loneliness or sorrow.
The great personality always emphasis on remaining intact even in the bitter night or in a cloudy day. I tried my level best to prove myself as a powerful monarch, but was always sidelined. The pride that prevailed in my era worsened my condition. Only the suitable was placed on the throne, while the rest were the poor soldiers. I was one of them, though I tried a lot to be the best. This made me to push myself into the world, in which people just warm up their sits throughout their lifetime……egg hatchers
This pricked my conscience. This was a course in which I learnt to be the winner, even while falling…. I was never praised nor was I mourned. The good pride one fixed at their position, after viewing my trying spirit, but unluckily, could not praise or people shiver when they are shouldered the responsibility of proving themselves as the best one. I never had such fever or shiver. I only remember that ‘try again’.
In the mean course time, I have to go a far away new place from this one. But even here such rules were strongly implemented... In this condition, at this very new place with no one mine, but my talents I took the case of proving myself as the best. ..Oh! No I was again brutally sidelined. But not kept aloof, some, at this new place loved me while some also mourned me. These criticizing agents again tried to make my life full of sorrows. My savior took me out of this ghost full of place. Meanwhile I tried to remain adamant and firm with my high caliber in this demon full of place. Alas again the result of my success could not make me happy. No moment were those to which I can call the most lovable one in my lifetime
At the edge (time)of this my final year began, and also reining rulers changed, who were perceived as the most cruel one, ever since throughout the life by me and others. I this final year I got good friend circle from all the sides, not because of my caliber, but due to my soft nature and heart too. I pushed myself into the snow full and not a prickly syllabus, since it was also a year of proving myself as the best species in studying schedule, and not proving as a best all-rounder.
My studies gave my spectacular colours, and my caliber was still being sidelined. This time I derived high capacities from personalities at this new place and onto the path of my life. In this era too I got an opportunity better to say final one, since it was the last year of proving me as the best in this course though against the wish of my well wishers. I tried but could not get commensurate return from this.
With this I was terrified, with the series of losses and decided to give up everything I every aspect... But some was constantly highlighting my caliber. The authority, which was earlier viewed as a cruel one, rose to give me the right return. Hard worker is the savoir for god. Hard word never goes in vain. Almighty god came in golden cart to throne me on the sit of prince--- full of emerald and pearls.
After thousands of nights, a day aroused to do a wise justification with me…. Though alas I was nominated as the best students of the year by those who were constantly watching me and my good deeds. With this, the one who constantly achieved throughout the course, were ailed. But could not survive themselves from this ail of jealously. Since it was my time to be the best. But I was lust nominated and had not yet won. I was not an extra- ordinary--- this I proved on the audition round. Where the decision of whom to be crowned was decided. I was asked with the tricky and lovely questions to which answers were like impossible for others.
My hard word and never giving up tendency helped me a lot. I answered all the questions in a very unique and interesting way which kept the judges fixed. All respected my caliber and now was the final time, for which I had to wait a bit for the farewell to arrive… which ultimately arrived after desperation with full zest.
Years went… ages went ….. Everything went…. and the last time…. The farewell time arrived where my deeds throughout my course were notified and equally weighted
My hard work did not go underneath. Thanks to those well wishers who nominated me. And of course a crores of times thanks to lord almighty who kept me under the microscope all the time.
After Thousands of nights a day roused when I was crowned the “best boy of the year 2003-04”….. Receiving such a big award of ‘best student’ is not a joke but a process of becoming the great with patience, perseverance and confidence ….. Because hard word never goes under the ground nor it get dissolved in water, neither can it be blow away in the strong wind and also it cannot be snatched away by any one. So, always remember ’a day rises after thousands of nights…’
Hiren,
VJTI
Chief Cordinator of Pratimb'08
