Life is like ....

Radha a very cheerful 17 year old girl. She had it all: good family, nice friends, good dancer and most importantly miss. Intelligent. She was always on the top of the list a school. People at times wouldn't know what to be jealous of at times: her straight A grade school life or her mellow and charming smile. She was not the kind of girl who you can call as definitely hot or a show stealer or a prime-a-Donna but her subtle beauty can make any guys heart leap towards her and any woman envy the innocence in her eye. Yet there was something that covered all her beauty today. Something had gone haywire that day.

It was the day of 12Th standard results.Radha had just seen her results.A disastrous 79%.For the past one year she had worked so hard on it. She was heart broken. Even in school she was one among the top 3 from her kinder garden onwards. Even in her tenth grade she scored a beautiful 93.6% that too in C.B.S.E. But what had happened to Ms. Successful? Why such a sudden downfall?

Her brain was all too dull to think. Some of you might think why all this fuss about. But it is always the heart of the sufferer which can understand and apprehend the intensity of undergoes. Her parents where real gems they were very supportive. Yet her mind was running wild. She needed some peace of mind so she went to her terrace.

It was around 5 in the evening there where some people constructing a new tank. The process was being supervised by a contractor. Radha was first annoyed by their presence. Then she was lightly entertained. She got close and looked at their work. Her mind went back to brooding. There was a tear drop in the corner of her eye. She was fighting to hold it back. "I am too old to cry!" is what her mind said but her heart wanted a down-pour. What a conflicting situation.

She heard a bold yet unnerving "Hi!” She turned to see that it was the contractor. His name was Abishek. He was a good friend of Radha's father. Radha put up the best smile possible. It was a fake but it was the best that she could do and said "Hi uncle!"

"Congratulation for your marks Radha."

"It is not much uncle nothing to celebrate. Actually bad enough to moan."

"I don't think so. I think that it is God sent."

"GOD SENT? Oh! You need not go to take so much pain to make my feel better."

"No I m serious. If you had got above 90% you would have become an engineer or a doctor. Which anyone can do. So boring! But you have something which all doesn’t have."

"What is it?"

"Your voice Radha.I heard you sing in a kacheri last year. It was like an angel singing from heaven. I mean it."

"Thank you!” Said Radha. Music was her first love. She can’t even remember since when she started to learn.

"I will get you an application to the music college. I think that it is where you belong. I know that your parents will oblige. I m not forcing you. I m only suggesting."

"But why is my mark a blessing?"

"If you had got GREAD marks instead of GOOD then you would have not even thought of this. Right?"

Radha never thought of music as a career option. But it was not a bad idea. She smile from her heart after long and said "Yes."

"Do you want to know the secret of life?"

"Oh yes indeed..." said Radha with her nasal tone.

"Life is life WET CEMENT. You must mix essential amount of cement, sand and water. Then you must work with it before it gets too late since it dries too quickly. The final and most important point is this. Once you’re done with making your cement you must leave back an impression of your foot print just like how we must make a mark in life. All clear? No more tears.” Saying so Abishek wiped Radha’s tears. She smiled.

"Sir!" said one worker. Off went Abishek after mumbling some excuses. Radha saw her hero go who taught her that life is like WET CEMENT.