
DISCLAIMER:Resemblance to anyone alive or dead is purely co-incidental and neither is it my story its purely fictional and no offences to anyone..light on the viens...:)
We were not only born to succeed but we were born to rule. There was more than that psycho hair cut which hitler and I shared and that was our love to rule the world. From the initial days itself I always believed that this world was only created to be ruled by two most powerful people-Adolf Hitler(guruji) and me…. And true to my conscience I was following it-over powering the kids of my age in my apartments and neither did I spare the doggies.
We were not only born to succeed but we were born to rule. There was more than that psycho hair cut which hitler and I shared and that was our love to rule the world. From the initial days itself I always believed that this world was only created to be ruled by two most powerful people-Adolf Hitler(guruji) and me…. And true to my conscience I was following it-over powering the kids of my age in my apartments and neither did I spare the doggies.
Years passed by but my fascination with hitler and his thinkings didn’t fade out. I was almost up there, impersonating my guru in every way except for that chaplin moustache which wasn’t sprouting out yet. It was in my tenth standard that it was time for me to take the charge. The school head boy post was up for the grabs and there wouldn’t be a better opportunity for me to prove that ankit ”hitler” rao was ready for the world. Without giving any second thoughts I threw my candidature at the office clerk with a supercilious smile.
I was quite a popular face among the school crowd and so was I among the teachers and people felt I had what it takes to lead the school. So I knew that the head boy post was already in my pocket.
That night I dreamt of my journey from a school head boy->student president->youth congress leader->M.L.A->M.P->PRIME MINISTER. In a matter of one night I felt like I made it to the top and guruji would surely be proud of his successor….
As far as I saw, I did all the right things. Started wearing ironed school dress, polished shoes which were as shiny as my competition’s teeth. I went around canvassing for votes, gave a mugged up speech without missing a word or the tempo, I even maintained a whole bunch of supporters with me and fed them daily with my hard earned pocket money.
I was a nice lad, studied pretty well, took active part in sports(at least pretended to do so),was the CR of my class, always sat on the front bench and was soothing for the eyes to look at. What else do you want to qualify for the post of a Head Boy?
My campaign seemed to be a hit with all those “student-friendly” promises I made. I guess it was on the third day of my campaign that i met a +2 gurl whom I fell in love the next nanosecond I layed my eyes on her. And the dream of appointing her as my secretary came running into my mind faster than marion jones .The “advantages” of being a school head boy were also too hard to resist especially when you would labeled as “The Irresistible “ . On the other side my competition was trying every possible trick to woo the students and all I saw was he could only manage the 5th graders with his lolly pop promises. “Head boy” was the only term running through my mind the whole month, it was barack obama versus hillary rodham Clinton kinda thing. Everything seemed to be going my way and my dream was near fulfillment.
The D-DAY was here and I was dressed in the best 2-piece suit my laundrywaala could arrange at a very short notice. I even came prepared with my winning speech whom to thank and whom not to, everything was set. I was to be coroneted today and I was cool as cucumber knowing that today was my day and no one not even god could snatch it from me. The votes were given and the counting was done the “HEAD BOY 2008-09” was declared by my principle -RAGHU IT WAS!!!!!! WHAT…………I was broken into bits and I could see the world shattering in front of my very own eyes. I wanted to dig a mile deep into the earth and stuff my face there. How could ……why did…….who did…….all sort of questions were running through my mind. And to add fuel to the fire was margin with which I lost 467-26 that was the biggest margin in my school’s history. And worse was yet to come…….the +2 gurl whom I was smitten by choose to vote for him and she agreed to become his SECRETARY also. I ran away as fast as I could daring not to make an eye contact with anyone. Locked myself in my room for a whole day and thought hitler must have also faced hardships and this is not the end I have +1 & +2 I will show who I was then………
It is said that wise men learn from their mistakes. Wiser men learn from others. Nobody had told me that. So I didn’t do either and instead, for the next two consecutive years, stood in school elections and became a good example -”FAILURES SHOULDN’T DETER YOU”



