Another adventure in "winner-ism"

Again, going back to when I was 5. There was a big Nigerian boy in the bus called Kabeer. I thought he was the boss. Well, obviously i was good enough to be the boss's friend.

I had seen "Knight Rider", the movie, the day before and someone had mentioned "micro-chips" in it. I imagined little electrical devices making beeping sounds with blinking lights. I had always had a chemistry set fetish but this beat that by a mile. Micro-chips! They made cars talk!

So on the bus I told kabeer that I had micro-chips. He had some idea, I suppose, about what they were, because he was very impressed. "Yes, I make them on my table" I said matter-of-factly. I was pleased at his respectful "wow". yes, indeed I was worthy of rubbing elbows with the bus-aristocracy. I always knew I had been.

Well, that day at break I was standing around the entrance of the school building like a little chav or something. Kabeer walked out talking to his friend and was saying this: "There's this kid on my bus who's really smart, but he's really DUMB, because he thinks he makes mico-chips...". I was a bit taken aback, but nothing could change the fact that I HAD been noticed. No one could deny that, and so I found a perspective that allowed me to be pleased with myself.

All great leaders find the good in even the worst situations.

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When I was young there were some incidents in my life that turned out to be predictors of my future.

First there was the little Saudi girl Sana. I was a hormonal 5 years old and so was she. I did not know arabic and she did not know english or urdu. Still, I was bold in amor and I would harrass her with unwanted attentions now and then. she was quite a sport and was generally nice to me.

One day I decided to impress her. I planned the whole day the barrage of arabic that I would use to win over the woman of my dreams. When I finally ran into her on the bus home I opened up a massive broad-side of random arabic words. She was surprised, her eyes wide in, I thought, admiration. I imagined a fireball of arabic words growing ever larger as I threw in more and more random verbiage in no particular order. "ana, inti, hua, qitta, farasha, min, man, haza", you name it.

When I was quite done she turned to one of her friends and made a comment in arabic about how I didn't know jack. I understood that much. They laughed... and I sat down.

History repeats itself as farce, don't you know?