Story of “The FAMOUS YOU”

ajitkpanicker/ January 9, 2013/ Uncategorized/ 0 comments

This story is of a boy, who had great ambitions in life. He always thought that the sky is the limit. His aspirations were so high that sometimes it seemed not achievable. He was a great painter, an excellent scholar in school and dreamed about life to achieve the highest of positions in life.
Vaidya , on his way to school saw a sculpture which he could not recognize, he kept thinking all the way to the school but could not figure it out. It was disturbing him throughout the day that what was that he saw today. After being confused and frustrated he went to his teacher and asked about it. The teacher said, “Son the thing which you saw today on your way to school is a symbol of highest recognition”. To this vaidya got very excited and wanted to know more about it. So after school he took his sketching pads and pencils to that place, and started drawing the figure he could see. Once he had completed the painting what he saw was something really astounding.
He was a lot more confused after seeing the final sketch, as it had turned out to be his own sketch with the same pose as was being held by that sculpture. He felt very awkward that how has this happened. Was it some kind of magic, some spirits around him or what was it. To this he could now understand is that it is his own imagination and his own self which made him draw it exactly like him.
He passed out of his school and went to a fine art college to learn art. It was his long term aspiration to become the most famed artist in the world. He joined college and some years later he was a famous artist………………………………….
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