GLASS IS ALWAYS HALF FULL
By Neel Anil Panicker
“Dad, I am disappointed. I feel very low”.
Vikram Dev looked at the girl, who looked any moment she would burst into tears, and replied,
“My little girl, remember the pimple that sprouted in your cheeks when you were a teenager”?
Twenty-five year old Rita looked looked at her father, albeit a tad blankly and half nodded her head.
“But Dad”, she countered, “how’s that connected with my present problem, which is”?
“Which is,” her Dad volleyed, “you have scored badly in the hundred metres and is afraid you may not be chosen by to play the Nationals, right.?”
Rita’s befuddled face still seemed to convey that her doubts were not yet assuaged.
Her father continued, “Look my dear, all of us have our unique personalities that are shaped by life’s myriad ups and downs; trials and tribulations that have shaped and continue to shape us, and that’s how we, homo sapiens have made brisk progress all through the ages. Not doing well in one race doesn’t mean the end of the world. It simply means you get one more to prove yourself, to show the world your mettle, to home your skills to perfection.”
“To lead and take my rightful place in the world. Right Dad,” Rita interjected, already having returned to your usual sanguine self.
Her Dad nodded with a wink and a glint in his aged eyes.
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