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From Disappointment


                                       to Achievement





           Harsh was very upset when he came home from school. His usual greeting of “Hi Patti, what’s
           up?” to his grandmother was missing. He rushed to his room, sat at his desk and rested his head
           on the table. “Hi Harsh! Where are you? Your favourite onion bhajiyas with tomato ketchup
           are waiting for you. Eat while they are hot,” Kamala Patti called out. There was no response.

                                                      Patti shuffled up to Harsh’s room and knocked. She
                                                         could hear whimpering from within. She did not
                                                           hesitate and pushed the door open. Harsh was
                                                             miserable. When Patti tapped on his shoulder,
                                                              he buried his head deeper in his hands.
                                                               “Harsh, what happened? Fought with your
                                                                 friends? Did your teacher punish you?
                                                                  Come on, look at me.” Patti’s voice was
                                                                  soft, but firm.
                                                                 Harsh looked up at last. “Patti!” he cried.
                                                                 His sobs grew louder. Patti waited. “Patti,
                                                                 today  I  had  trials  for  the  interschool
                                                                athletics competition. I ran the 100- and
                                                                200-metre sprints. I clocked a few seconds
                                                                 after the qualifying mark. The competition
                                                                 is in less than a month. I don’t think I
                                                                stand a chance to represent my school!” He
                                                               choked over a sob. “This is my last chance
                                                             to compete in the under-12 category. I missed
                                                       out the last two
           years; the first time I had an injury and the second time I had
           a below-par participation. This year, I have been training hard
           for the past six months! It is my dream to represent my school,
           but see, I failed again!” Harsh let out a huge wail. Patti hugged
           him tightly. She put his hands in the pallu of her saree and
           gently guided him to the drawing room. She then pulled out an
           article from the day’s newspaper.
           She read the headline aloud. “After 23 flops, MP man masters
           failure at maths.” Patti cleared her throat and said, “I want you
           to go through this news article thoroughly. However, let me
           brief you on what it says. This man, Rajkaran Baraua*, chased
           his dream of obtaining a master’s degree in mathematics. He
           failed no less than 23 times before he aced it. By night, he worked       Rajkaran Baraua








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