He was a force of nature. Only he didn’t know it or rather chose not to. When he was completely out of his shell, you could see a man who would well become a leader someday. But he didn’t show this part of him to all, kept it dragged away in a corner with chains and locks and used to hide the key from everyone, even himself. This is the story of this guy, but I can’t tell you his name. We’ll call him Tubla Khan.
So once it happened that Tubla Khan decided to participate in a fierce contest. It was not like he hadn’t faced such odds before in his life but that by seeing the competition, he decided to underestimate himself and over-estimate the others. Given this, he went a bit down on things even before he could begin to surmount them. Maybe he had the fear of crumbling down under the weight of the bigshots; maybe he thought he wasn’t himself one. It was then that he decided to recall what his father had taught him.
He remembered how he had always been fascinated by the books his father read, and by the sheer taste he had for art that was much ahead of his times. He remembered how he had asked his father to give him a book to read and knowing that Tubla Khan was still a boy in his early teens, he had given him ‘The Godfather’. He remembered how after finishing the book, he had asked his father why he made him read that particular one, gauging the maturity of the readership it was actually intended for, thanks to its stark, gritty tones. At this, his father had told him how he wanted Tubla Khan to learn the great lessons of life, family, friendship and power much before than he did. Then he showed him a passage, and this was the passage that he once again opened to inspire him in his present predicament. It read-
“He had long ago learned that society imposes insults that must be borne, comforted by the knowledge that in this world there comes a time when the most humble of men, if he keeps his eyes open, can take his revenge on the most powerful. It was this knowledge that prevented the Don from losing the humility all his friends admired in him.”
When he had finished his little trip down the memory lane, realizing what his father actually meant to tell him through the passage, he got up and went to work. He knew that he had seventy two hours ahead of him and that he could turn the world thrice in this time. For the next three days, this was all he knew; he knew no sleep, no food and no fun; just the grit that the task at hand demanded.
When it was all over, the world knew he had won but it didn’t know his story. This is why I am telling it to you.