Ministry Of Eccentricity

Bob

The reason behind this is naïve and possibly stupid. I was told by an amazing friend of mine that talented people are widespread and common but the ones who are eventually said to be 'successful' are the ones who truly choose the pathway of nurturing their talent! I'm gonna tell you a story of a little boy called Bob! I chose the commonest of names as this is no particular person who has rose to a high position or become famous! He is simply a teen who has unearthed his talent!

Where Bob came from, Friday was the day families socialized, and his family and their acquaintances always met up in the Park! Unlike the stereotypical boy, Bob hated football and similar sports. To him friday was 'peace day'. Every Friday morning his family would head to the park. Mothers would gossip while fathers would discuss significant issues like the weather, politics and the economy! The kids were naturally playful, Girls would skip the rope while boys would be playing ball!

Bob, conversely, lied down under the shadows of a willow tree admiring the astonishing greenery or the limited bird species roaming the setting! There, and only there, Bob would find his inner peace. Some mocked him while others attempted attracting to the game but he was what Mr. Ashton, Bob's Father, called a hopeless case when it comes to fitting in. The other boys' failures in attracting him to the game resulted to him being, 'Lazy Bob'.

Again, breaking the trend, the mocking names didn't disturb Bob at all. He didn't complain or attempt to get sympathy looks and acts from elders. Later, he said he was glad he didn't force himself into sports. The little boy says, It may have distracted him from later meeting the love of his life.

A couple of days after his ninth birthday Bob met his true love. When he told people they assumed he was talking about a girl! They were wrong... It was a passion. This passion was his exclusive companion through solitude, joy and occasional misery! His love was the Notepad! Grounded for a reason he doesn't remember, laid Bob in his bedroom wondering what to do. He soon enough laid eyes on the notepad and this was his first encounter with what would have later become the source of his ultimate delight.

Fast forward, six years, Bob is a changed person. The mischievous edge his teachers complained about has vanished and was replaced by a calm attitude. He says, it was because of the lack of activity.

Writing gives Bob an indescribable rush which he never experienced in the past, The flow of words mastered between his hands were like the flow of a maestro's fingers as he directed an orchestra. The Fifteen year old, Bob, when spoken to says, 'I know one day Ill reach my ultimate destiny. I did what I loved and I worked at it so I shall not fail'. Others might dream of being business tycoons or Hollywood stars but Bob will always be the happiest of them all!