BEGGAR

He could not achieve anything in life. Cruelties of situation compelled him to feel obsolete. Though, he had strong emotions and sensations but that was not enough to smolder his educational capabilities. He thought himself as a tree which remains in the same place. Even the existence was burden for him.     

Mohanlal, a man with feathers in his cap, accused himself as a putative snail with no charm. He was a perfect man physically but he had been corroded mentally. All his hard copies of being educated and those medals for inanimate braveness and talent remained in the box of nothing.         

He tried his luck everywhere. But what is allotted can not be blotted. He was a desperate soul, indeed. But his presumptions were too strong. This energized him to feel beyond the breath. It made him to realize his stretching capabilities.             

    The tide of time approached his life. He started enjoying life. A job was like a dream comes true. He kicked off with formulating new techniques for his teaching career. He pumped his skills hard for arranging a wonderful condition in class. Even students were engrossed in his teaching. But happiness had not mounted in his ill fate. He was kicked out with a baseless reason. They want machine like process which can insert as much as possible. This was not a cup of tea for Mohanlal.   

 This made him effete. He had been broken. He was sitting on a footpath. A man threw a coin on his head and utter “A poor fellow!”     

This turned his soul completely. From a perfect gentleman he turned into a vagabond who has to run for every single crumble of bread. He said: “Yeah! I am a beggar. A unique beggar.”