Far, on the cross roads near the park, I saw a middle-aged man, almost around in fifties, sitting alone; driven away from all desires and oblivion of everything. He was perhaps entangled in some work. I went up to him and stood on one side. He was trying to ooze out his conscious imagination on a piece of paper by making out some caricatures and sceneries with his fair hand sketches.

I watched those magnificent and beautiful pictures with a bewildered gaze. I was totally enthralled by his art and creative skills. He saw me with a flicker of his eyes and smiled in a mild affection. He called me up and asked about his work, I said-“it’s marvelous”. Where did you learn this art? I asked……he replied-“it’s my passion, I didn’t ever feel

To learn it anywhere. I have cultivated it myself though my patience and practice. His candid expressions were quite interesting and it seemed to carve an impression inside my mind.

Then he asked me-“son, what do you want to become”? I saw him for a while…. At the young age it was practically a different question for me and moreover undecided to answer, through I hastily answered him-“I also want to become like you”

He started at me for a moment with a distinguishable unfriendly laugh. After a little pause, he said in a vaguely manner…. “What would you do if you were alike me?” I have been more as a part of living a life of failures than being successful.

A slice of grief was noticeable as he confessed….. But he never seemed dispersed or distressed. Meanwhile a bosom friend and one of my classmates came up there with a usual friendly smile on his face.

He was his mother lad. But it was almost an abode of misery for him to live his life under sudden unprecedented grimace condition which challenged his modesty and consequently a great sensibility was imposed on him as burden of his social life… to carry on his small immature shoulders.

But the utter delicacy of his mind and almost serenity revealed a great truth of his prudence and subtlety. Now, with changing times he had gradually driven out of all those dark clouds of scourge and social stigma. The explicit expressions of his face took it all away with a gentle smile.

I remember he had been an unchallenged victor of the tough times of his past. He was brave heart and a real champ. His fervent determination and untrammeled curiosity was a subject of a million dollar applause. But still, what made him feel sad, depressed and frazzled were few discordant failures witch he had been encountering in the past few days. Despite his best efforts he was unable to prove his strength.

I made him familiar with the man and total his story to him. An obsessed innocence flashed on his face as he patted on his head and gently rubbed his fingers through his hairs.

He tried to consolidate his emotions with few words of encouragement. He said-“see, don’t get crippled by small pains and scrambled by grief and disgrace. Life is a subject to constant change. No situation can remain permanent .Our life is like a journey, it’s not a destination. He held on his confidence and continued with condor….

“Son’ success is never ending, but too failures are not final” Yet opportunities are never lost… they persist…. So, don’t stop…. Go ahead…. Believe in yourself and the vanity of your mental ambitions. The great varsity of life needs a presumptuous courage and velour  to take up new challenges.

The eloquent manifestation of the bold ideas had a profound impact on the young mind. He was envisaged by a new zeal of exuberance.

Then began his epic of struggle. This inmate ability invigorated the courage of conviction to unleash the power of the youth. He toiled by day and nights, took lost of pain and strived all odds ahead. He manocuvred his life through firm dedication and perseverance to nurture his youthful dream of becoming a scientist who were his childhood inspirations.

In future, he achieved a path breaking excellence of glory leaving behind a great youthful mystery, lying yet to be solved by every youth of the nation which is looking for new grounds today.