When I was in Std. I , we were asked to write with pencils and only Std. IV onwards, could we have the privilege to pen something...! So, waited for that... कि मैं कब बडा होऊंगा....?
Then, when I moved to Std. VI, Social Sciences became - History and Geography.. Science became - Life Science and Physical Science.. and the excitement knew no bounds. (as if I will learn how to make an atom bomb!). Yeah I have grown up! Yahoooooooooooo..........!!!!!!!!
Some days later, got to learn,, that there is a lot more to learn..
Some years later... moved to Std. IX and the width of the books had multiplied... thought that "Eureka! Eureka! I have finally achieved it... I am a grown up..."
All the bubbles went bursting...
Fir, moved to Class XI,, now the number of books also multiplied... at least now,, I should... finally get to feel.. that.. I .. HAVE... GROWN... UP.. Lekin nahin,,, the fruit jumped to the next higher branch...
When, I joined engineering college,.. I thought... that I wouldn't need to feel low again.. about not being a grown up... at least I will learn how to repair TVs, computers, fans,,, like our engineers do.... But, all in vain,... Still felt like a child...
Got into the job... and had every good reason to think that I was grown up.. but again.. history and mystery repeated....
Now, the moral of the story:
The peaks and hurdles.. once conquered and crossed.. always look smaller when looked back at .. This is the power of time... It makes you mightier for the targets ahead...
Just believe in it... Life continues...
