His most cherished dream was shattered. He had spent days
and nights working on it. He had surpassed all limits of hard work and
perseverance to turn his dream into reality. He had toiled relentlessly to make
his “design” emerge as a winner .A “design” that would have made him a millionaire
overnight….But probably “destiny” wasn’t satisfied with his effort. It expected
something more from him. And maybe that’s the reason why the evaluators chose
someone else’s design over his.
The result had torn him apart. His eyes didn’t shed tear,
but he cried from within. His mind shouted “I need an explanation” but he
didn’t speak a word. At once he rushed out of the office…
He got into the car with his head full of “whys, how’s,
what if’s”. Physically he was driving yet mentally he was grieving and analyzing
his failure. And furthermore to add to his mental turbulence he got stuck in a
traffic jam. It was like rubbing salt to a wound. No wonder his annoyance got
intensified.
His bad mood and frustration worsened when he had a
collision with a car. Though the collision wasn’t serious but it had created a dent
in the other car. As expected this guy had to bear the outburst of the car
owner. The anger in him wanted to knock down the car owner but he restrained his
wrath knowing it was his mistake. He paid some money as compensation and settled
the matter.
He came home, threw his bag and lay down on the sofa,
watching the ceiling….
”where did I go wrong”?
”was his design so much better
than mine”?
“Or has he bribed the evaluators”?
“Will I get another chance to be
a millionaire”.
His mind was churning zillions of such questions. It seemed as though he was throwing the
questions at the ceiling and expecting an answer, but alas the ceiling kept
mum.
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“Hey when did you come”…? Asked a female voice. But this guy
was so engrossed in his thoughts that he hardly heard her. After a couple of
times when she finally spoke in a loud voice he acknowledged her question saying
“just
now”..He didn’t talk anything else.
Seeing her hubby worried she came closer to him and asked “Honey,
Whatz the matter”. He didn’t reply. She repeated the same question but
he kept mum. When she asked him again he yelled at her saying “Please
leave me alone and get out of my sight”. She thought of persuading him
to talk but decided that it would be better to leave him alone….
“Papa…………….” a cute little angel called him. His 5 year old
daughter came running to him. She held a piece of paper in front of him and
said “Papa,
Please make a boat for me”. But his dejection of failure had made him deaf,
even to his own angel’s voice. His design
not getting approved and his missed chance of becoming a millionaire had made
deep wounds in his mind.
He told his daughter to go to her mother and get the boat done.
But the kid was stubborn and she started pestering him. His anger spiked up and
he slapped his daughter.His daughter started sobbing and ran to her mom …
His frustration had grown leaps and bounds. Not able to find
solace he left home at once…
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He came to a nearby park and sat on a stone bench. His mind
was at the apex of frustration. Along with the thoughts of failure now he was
also fighting the guilt of ill-treating his wife and daughter. Especially the
action of hitting his cute angel was hurting him a lot.He sat with his hands on
his head wondering why the day was so cruel to him…
But wait!!!!!!It wasn’t that bad after all………………..
His thought chain was interrupted by a balloon seller‘s voice.
The balloon seller was a boy of around 12 years .He carried colorful balloons with
him wooing all the small children. The boy was screaming in a loud voice to get
attention of the people. Probably his marketing strategy…. :-)
Hearing this loud voice his attention was diverted towards
the balloon seller. As he was watching him, he saw that the balloon seller was
approached by a small girl and her father. The girl was almost the same age as
that of his daughter. Probably the girl was fascinated by the balloon and had
persuaded her father to get one for her.
Since the balloon seller was standing very close to him, he
could easily see them and hear their conversation. The small girl demanded for
a pink balloon. The balloon seller gave it to her and told her father that it
costs Rs 6/-.Her father gave balloon seller a Rs 10/- note. The balloon seller
didn’t have the change and he conveyed the same .Her father asked him to keep
the change.
The small girl who had just become the owner of a ‘pink’
balloon was extremely elated. She was emanating a beautiful smile .Rather a contagious
smile. Seeing her daughter smile even the father was smiling. On the other hand
the balloon seller who had just earned extra 4 bugs was also smiling…
Having watched such a beautiful scene closely, even he couldn’t
help. He also smiled as if ,it was a reciprocation to their smiles. ….:-) J.
Further the boy(balloon seller) ran to a nearby bakery and
bought a bun. The boy instead of eating the bun packed it in a piece of paper
and started to head somewhere. Amused by the boy’s behavior he followed him just
to know what he was doing with the bun. What he saw next….was a very cute thing
The boy came to a place where in a small gal (probably 3-4
years old) was playing. He called her and she came running to the boy screaming
“dada….”.She
was the younger sister of the boy. Brother and sister sat together and ate the
bun with the larger piece of bun taken by the younger sister…. :-).Both Brother
and Sister were happy ,contented and smiling…..
Seeing their beautiful smiles and happiness his mood had undergone
a giant transformation. His eyes were moist shedding tears of happiness. He
felt calm and good
He purchased a balloon from the balloon seller and returned
home.
Back home, he was completely a transformed person. He called
his young angel and presented her the balloon. He asked her to bring the paper
and made paper boat for her. She was extremely happy and kissed her father. He
then hugged his wife from behind and said “sorry,”. Even she smiled…J
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Later that night he retrospected his entire day--right from his failure to the
beauty that he had witnessed. He thought ,
”I can do an award winning design anytime, or I can become a millionaire
any time. But I can’t afford to lose these beautiful smiles around just because
of my tension and frustration. I can’t compromise on the allure these smiles
bring”. He had realized a beautiful truth that said
“All
that matters is to Smile and make others Smile”
He too smiled and spoke these lines in his mind looking at
the ceiling….and this time the ceiling replied back saying
“All that
matters is to Smile and Make others Smile”
This post is written as a part of ‘All that Matters‘ contest at BlogAdda.com in association with INK Live 2013.
This post is written as a part of ‘All that Matters‘ contest at BlogAdda.com in association with INK Live 2013.
Hey nice one , all the best
ReplyDeletethank you :-)
DeleteSumantha , You have presented one of the best stories for the theme All That Matters :) so nicely you weaved the story from a disheartened and frustrated designer to a happy balloon selling kid and his sister.. u got me all smiling !! Wonderful !
ReplyDeletethank you...:-) and its Sumanth not Sumantha
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