He was depressed.
Blame it on the pathetically low number of engineering colleges in his small state, or the meager of seats available for his category, the fact remained that he would have to forgo his dream of pursuing computer engineering. His worried parents sent him to meet his high school headmaster.
Walking towards the cabin, he avoided looking at the Roll of Honour on the wall. It featured his name in the list of Meritorious students of SSC... Thinking about it made him even more guilty.
"Sit down, it's good to see you after a long time," welcomed the elderly headmaster.
"Couldn't make it to engineering, sir," said the boy, "Have enrolled for B.Sc. I am useless, totally ashamed of myself."
"Son," said the kind teacher, "I am also a B. Sc... So, I guess you think am useless, and are ashamed of me as well?"
When the boy left the cabin a short while later, he was determined to value knowledge as something over and above just a degree... And he still does.
(Based on a true story)
Blame it on the pathetically low number of engineering colleges in his small state, or the meager of seats available for his category, the fact remained that he would have to forgo his dream of pursuing computer engineering. His worried parents sent him to meet his high school headmaster.
Walking towards the cabin, he avoided looking at the Roll of Honour on the wall. It featured his name in the list of Meritorious students of SSC... Thinking about it made him even more guilty.
"Sit down, it's good to see you after a long time," welcomed the elderly headmaster.
"Couldn't make it to engineering, sir," said the boy, "Have enrolled for B.Sc. I am useless, totally ashamed of myself."
"Son," said the kind teacher, "I am also a B. Sc... So, I guess you think am useless, and are ashamed of me as well?"
When the boy left the cabin a short while later, he was determined to value knowledge as something over and above just a degree... And he still does.
(Based on a true story)
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