winner takes all

A true story...not mine but mine to narrate.
Aayan was what one would call a difficult person....but with a sense of humour.
Humour was his shield.It was his armour and his weapon too.When life served him a tough question he answered it with a joke.And since life served him many tough questions there were many a times when he found it convenient to laugh aloud...and laugh he did.People as is a habit with them did not understand.They judged him ,quick and fast ,and gave him no reprieve.

So he became the bad guy.

He came from a family with a troubled past .He had been very young at that time and his indulgent mother and sisters shielded him from all that was disturbing.They wanted to give the world to him on a platter.So certain things came easy ,Yet others were difficult.There was no balance in his world.With such a childhood ,he grew to a rebellious adolescence.With such an adolescence he grew to a disturbed adulthood.

Disturbed in the sense that he never had a clear picture of his strengths ever.

Ambitious but gravely suspicious of his own ambition , he found a mediocre job and tried to settle down to an existence of the average middle class contentment and comfort.He failed.

In abject throes of misery ,because he did not know what ailed and troubled him, he grew more frustrated with each passing day.However there was no way out.It was the only job that did not need higher qualifications.His laughter turned against himself ,he had never understood the value of academics..scoffing at it all !But his job.... it was just a job not a career.It was not going to take him places.It was not even giving him satisfaction...just a pay packet .He needed it.So he could not leave his job.Not that he did not try ,he did, but after some even more frustrating time spent at home ,he took up another .The other job was too similar to his previous one to satisfy.All hiss inner nature rebelled against bowing and scraping all day long to people who were either rude or indifferent.

Caught in a vicious circle,he grew angrier...with himself and with the deal this world had offered him!

He thought of extreme measures.

He would now work at this mind -numbing job.He would reach home tired,whenever possible ,he immersed himself in drink.His life would be easy if he could control that mind of his which kept on telling him that this is not for you......even when he was bone tired and unable to think,he knew that there was something missing from his life .That he was being unjust to himself.That the only way out of his misery was to give up the easy life he knew and to begin from the scratch .His struggle was not over ....it was about to begin.
He began to sort out his thoughts,started work on the project that he had always wanted to.He knew that he would be courting difficulties and hard ships.But he had always wanted to work for himself...to be an entrepreneur.
The next day he wrote his resignation .
Risk would be his destiny,challenge his life.

He had never learnt the difference between possible hopes and impossible dreams.
i call him a winner.