Let me tell you a story today.
This story is about a girl who nurtured a dream of getting published ever since she was a child.
She was in 6th Std. when, in order to fulfil her dream, she submitted a poem for the school magazine. The poem did not get published and she knew why. She had copied that poem from her previous school’s (the one she attended previously) annual magazine and her English Teacher would have made out that the poem was too good to be original for her.
In 12th Std, her 10th Std’s Sanskrit Teacher approached her to write an essay for the Sanskrit section of the annual magazine. This made her ecstatic for she saw herself coming closer to her long time dream. She was good in Sanskrit and she wrote the best essay ever. The teacher was equally elated since her faith in her favourite student did not go waste. A week went by and the teacher called the girl. The teacher informed the girl that the magazine committee held the opinion that they could not publish the essay in the girl’s name because Sanskrit was no longer her subject in 12th Std. She was studying Commerce. The teacher, however, suggested that her essay could be published in her brother’s name as he was studying the subject in 9th Std. The girl loved her Sanskrit teacher and did not refuse her.
A day after, the English teacher announced names of the children from the girl’s class, whom she considered good in English, for contributing material for the magazine. The girl’s name was not in the list of names called. After the class got over, she met the English teacher asking her if she could make the contribution too along with others. The teacher was a kind being and encouraged her. The girl wrote a poem about what success meant bringing out the idea it was about rising above failures and defeats. The girl was proud of what she had come up with. A couple of days later, the students handed over their works to the English teacher in the class and the day carried on as usual. That day, just before the last period was to begin, the English teacher called the girl out in the corridor, appreciated and congratulated her for the poem she had written. This made the girl confident of finally being able to see her work published with her name. In the days that followed, she saw a change in the attitude of other teachers towards her in a way that they started acknowledging her presence in the class. This made the girl even more sure.
At last the magazine was out. Returning home, the girl turned the pages to look for her poem and her Sanskrit essay. She found the essay and her brother’s name but couldn’t find the poem. She searched and searched. It was not there. She was devastated. She spent the whole evening in a state of sorrow. After getting back to her senses, she read others’ works and realised her language was naive for a 17 year old.
Then she got lost in her educational pursuits with new dreams taking over the older ones.
One day, in the executive communication class of the management programme, the professor mentioned to the class – ‘today you may be studying HR, Marketing or Finance but a few years down the line you may find yourself doing something totally unconnected with whatever you are studying today’.At that moment, the girl heard her inner voice calling out she will be writing and the dream of being published made a come back.
As years passed, she searched for answers how? How will she be writing when all day she worked with numbers? To satiate her writing urge, she wrote the best work e-mails. Once she even wrote a skit for introducing her team in the Six Sigma presentation in office.
A few more years went by. Along came her son and she began buying books for him. She bought a set of boards books from an e-commerce site and when the site asked her to write a review for her purchase, she was more than happy to oblige. Her review got published on the site and she considered her dream come true, after all.
These days, she blogs and is currently awaiting her article to be published in a print periodical.
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