L story S...
Story of my life
My mother has always pushed me to deliver the best...at times I have delivered courtesy a fluke...and at times I haven't after having succumbed to the pressure...
I come from a family that has a legacy of having more than one prodigal son who has in one way or the other contributed to this rich heritage...but I don't understand why I need to show everyone that I am capable to...without all the glitterati and brouhaha that would sing anthems about my success....If I scored the highest on my test? Who would it be better for...me? Or the other people who would find out and smirk at a possibility that it was a fluke...or this is what a life-less dork deserves and gets...
People need to understand that if they can't praise one's effort, then they shouldn't act as if he fluked it either...that is the only qualm that I have about sharing success...the taunts....and the comparisons that follow...
Tell someone whose son or daughter haven't performed as well as I have...and they would quickly jump to defend their own by giving reasons that wouldn't even make any sense....and when their child would succeed...they would be the first ones to approach my mother and say how well they have done...my mother would in turn smile and congratulate them...a sign of a good person...and then would come by and break the news that some one else had done better than me...
But then I know people who have been happy to see me succeed...even if it had been in the size of an ant's leg...I still recall the day that I had achieved third position in second grade...scoring highest in Social Science...and having been awarded a blow-up Globe for the effort...my sister had shed tears of joy saying,"My brother has done it!" I still recall that day very fondly...as dreadfully I do the next day when my classmate and his mother and brother came home to visit...my mother gleefully showed off the globe on a stand to her and her sons...and she responded by pretending to look closely at it before giving it to her sons and chasing us away to play kick with it...I still wonder...was the token of my achievement...a globe...in her view just a toy for her children? And the kids found it entertaining no doubt...the globe was downgraded to a beach ball...that was destroyed after 5 minutes of kicking around...all I could do was stand their with the ball in my hands...and tears in my eyes...and of course my mother promised she would buy me another one...and she did...only this time this was a 7-UP beach-ball made for kicking...
The trend continued through out primary school...I kept on succeeding...largely thanks to my sister's endless efforts...and being taunted by my class mates for being a dork...and at home-being compared to the better levels of success attained by the others before me...and later after me...
Such is the irony of life...Every one hates successful people...and failures have no friends....
