One sunny day, during lunch break, Sharath spotted Arjun—the shortest kid in class—sitting alone near the cricket pitch.
Arjun wasn’t athletic or particularly academic also. He was a foodie, always hiding behind mountains of chips, candy bars, and half-finished coco-cola cans. Junk food was his emotional Relief. Today, Arjun had not one, but two packets of chips and a giant burger that looked big enough to feed an army. The perfect target-time for Sharath, who couldn’t resist showing off his power.
“Hey, Arjun!” Sharath yelled, strutting over like a lion about to pounce.
“What’s with all that food? You can’t even see how pathetically Fat you are !”
Arjun, completely unbothered, didn’t even look up from his burger. He just kept munching on it as though there was nothing more important in the world than that sandwich.
"Okay, Sharath," he said with his mouth full.
In Sharath’s mind, this was it
— the Perfect moment to show everyone who was " THE BOSS ".
He was the biggest, Son of the richest, the most powerful. So, with all the confidence in the world, he stood tall and shouted,
“I bet you can’t do this!” And with that, he attempted a grand, overly dramatic cartwheel
—one he clearly wasn’t prepared for. The result? He face-planted right into a muddy puddle, covering himself in dirt.
The entire playground went silent. And then… a soft chuckle. It came from none other than Arjun.
“Nice cartwheel, Sharath,” Arjun said, still chewing on his burger, unfazed. “But maybe if you want to be dominant, try not falling into muddy waters next time.”
Sharath stood there, frozen. This little guy, who was always surrounded by bags of Blue Lays and Chocolates, had just turned everything around.
Arjun hadn’t yelled, he hadn’t gotten upset. He just calmly pointed out what was painfully obvious—Sharath had made a fool of himself, and Arjun didn’t need to try to make him feel bad.
That’s when it hit Sharath:
maybe real dominance wasn’t about throwing tantrums or showing off. Maybe it was about being emotionally strong—about not reacting to what life threw at you. Sharath realized that Arjun, despite being the shortest and leanest kid on the playground,
had a secret weapon:
calm, emotional resilience.
The next day, in an unexpected twist, Sharath walked over to Arjun, who was happily eating a giant bag of Blue Lays and wiping his greasy fingers on his shirt. Sharath sat down next to him and, for the first time, didn’t try to outshine anyone. They just ate their lunches in peace, and Sharath slowly began to understand that real strength didn’t come from showing off
— it came from being unshaken by anything.
And as for Arjun?
Well, he kept on eating his food, happily unbothered by the world. When the bullies tried to tease him, he just smiled and said, “Why be loud when I’m already winning with my Potato chips ?”
Sharath?
He started spending more time hanging out with Arjun, enjoying his sandwiches, and avoiding mud puddles. He still had his fancy cars and designer clothes, but he’d learned the most important lesson of all
— true strength didn’t come from status or looks. It came from staying calm and emotionally resilient when life tried to mess with you.
Moral of the Story:
True power isn’t measured by the volume of one’s voice, the depth of their pockets, or the weight of their political ties. It’s the silent strength that endures in the face of adversity, much like Arjun
— who, despite indulging in unhealthy junk food, remained an immovable rock, A GREY ROCK TO BULLYING
In the tumultuous storm of life’s challenges, his emotional resilience at that small Age shone brighter than any physical might. Like a lighthouse standing tall against crashing waves,
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