It was my son Sooraj's 12th birthday and I was feeling guilty that I had to attend an urgent meeting out of town. So, I was at the Delhi airport. My flight had been announced but the since the queue was long, I decided to continue to wait for some time.
Finally, the queue had thinned and I rose from my seat. Just then I spied a tall imposing man with a shawl wrapped around his shoulders striding regally towards a seat. It was superstar Amithab Bachhan! The last of the passengers had walked out of the gate to board the plane, just then, a thought struck me; why not I take Amitji's autograph as a gift to Sooraj? I quickly retraced my steps and headed towards where Amitji was sitting. But my țhroat was dry and my steps faltering! I seemed to have been struck by a sudden bout of nervousness! Regardless, I went up to him, and croaked, "Sir, could you give me your autograph? " and stuck out a piece of paper from my pocket. "Certainly", he said. "... and please say, happy birtday, Sooraj, as your message*. He duly wrote the message and handed it back to me with a smile.
On my return a few days later, I gifted this 'special message for Sooraj from Amithab Bachhan" to him He was very happy! I do not know whether Sooraj still preserves that piece of paper, but I still preserve the memory of it. For it demonstrated to me that if your power of intent is strong and emotional ( guilt of being not present on son's birthday), one can overcome one's weaknesses ( my terrible nervousness! ).
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