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“I want to be a Government” He replied,The entire classroom of standard 2nd started laughing over his answer when teacher asked him “what you want to be in your life?”The 6 year old boy got really angry with the laughing kids. This is real incident of 2nd standard class of a municipality school located at very small village place called 'Nitane', which had a population of 1500 that time in the Nashik district of Maharashtra, It was the only school in the village, with only 4 class rooms in total , where villagers used to keep cattle post school hours .No doubt his answer was quite funny but there was a reason behind this answer. This kid was born in a poor farmer's family. One day while looking at ST bus , He asked his mother “Who is the owner of such large bus..? Mother replied - "Government". After few days, Pointing a finger at a Plane in the sky, He asked ,Who owns that plane? The innocent illiterate mother again replied - "The Government" and this left huge impact on his little brain. He was determined to become the government. This motivated him to study with true determination and work hard towards it, against all odds.After few years only ,due to a drought in his village when he was in standard 7th , he had to work as a labourer for wages of Rs 15 per week. He set a goal at early stage for himself that he will become part of government any how.In SSC days despite very adverse condition he secured “2nd position” in the center."Then with lots of hopes He opted for science stream for XI but the situation got worse as there was no college nearby. He got admitted to the boarding at Satane, which was located 23 kms away from his house which was the only option. Even though In highly complicated situation his family paid fees in the form of 3.5 sacks of wheat.In 12th, He studied extremely hard and succeed to score 85% but even then it seemed that God wanted to test him even further . The only available medical college for 8 district that time was BJ medical college of Pune and he lost admission to that college just by 1 Percent.In such adverse circumstances, his father finally got frustrated and with heavy heart he expressed that 'farming' is the only option and told him to give up his education. With a heavy heart he accepted this “U” turn of life as a challenge and became Full-time farmer. Every single drop of his sweat on the field constantly reminded him about his main goal of life and he had lots of sleepless nights . At times he used to feel that standard 2nd classroom is laughing at him.One day he had a dispute with father while he was working in the field & that point of time he took bold decision of leaving farming. He told his father that he will not continue and he will not take any kind of further help from him. He left the farm but here his anger turned into determination.He saw an advertisement of Osmania Open University in a news paper and decided to complete his graduation in B.A. through distance learning program. He borrowed Rs 350 from his mother and without wasting time he obtained admission for B.A. The stubborn boy cleared all the 21 written exams and graduated within a year.Then he started taking efforts towards his main goal. He further gathered every details of various competition examinations. He spent days and nights and studied really hard for his first MPSC attempt. He cleared the MPSC exam for the post of PSI by securing rank 13 in Maharashtra.In addition, He also appeared for the "Combined Defense Services Exam" (CDS) and He secured “The second highest number in India" .But this fellow did not stop and he started preparing for examination for the post of Deputy superintendent of police without breaking the bar.As part of preparation he met ex-teachers, several friends, some acquaintances & also visited few libraries to collect study material for this exam, He merely spent Rs 70 on books purchases for this exam.With No special training , No coaching classes, No guidance, No help, No Mentor support this boy continued to study without giving up. In such a dire situation he secured “2nd position“ amongst thousands of examinee from Maharashtra.“ Try Try but Don’t Cry “ At the age of 22, this young man became the “Deputy Superintendent of Police.After joining the force, He put his heart and soul for his duty. Yet again that did not refrain him from studying. Simultaneously he also completed another course in Psychology.He used to give maximum time for his duty. As a matter of fact he worked even for 18 hours a day ,everyday for one of the extremely sensitive case of 1993 bombings. In the same case while interrogating a terrorist called Faki Ali ; Entire department tried everything to break him, but he refused to open his mouth. Then this man just calmly went to him and said if he didn’t start talking, they will be going to bring his entire family to the station to watch him suffer & with this brilliant move , His behaviour shifted and within 10 minutes he had given the location of 30,000 rounds of AK56 bullets, hand grenades and guns. ( This is how his studies in Psychology helped him.) It was biggest achievement against terrorism and It was one of the largest recovery in India .Later on he dealt with Numerous crimes and Critical cases intelligence and bravery. He always focused on reducing crime rate with his brilliant plan of action and he was extremely successful to reduce the crime rate significantly in his each posting ; He ensured that every staff under him must understand value of team work and to be responsible and disciplined at same time. The government honored him with various accolades for his work pattern & achievements but he always passed credit to team members. He always believed in giving credit to team members and taking ownership of blames.In addition to cultivating a persistent learning attitude, he became an "IPS".Not only that; This extraordinary man also got selected for special commando training in the United States of America ,He won Gold medal in "Strategic Planning” during that training and he was honored by the “Federal Law Entrance of The United States” which was another proud moment for Indians.The best part was; He went to the Untied States with his mother and she was very worried with the thought that “How her son will be going to manage in The United States ?” as she never saw her son dealing with English language before but further She saw her son speaking at "United Nations". with terrific confidence.After 90 min speech of this small town man from Maharashtra got back to back round of applause in the hall of United Nations general assembly.This is the story of his journey from Farmer to IPS.This is the story of his real life battle.This is the story of IPS & IGP Pratap Dighavkar.He literally slapped them all with his inspiring struggle and success.This slap was for all the students who laughed over him in that classroom of standard 2nd.This slap was for all the people who made fun of his dreams when he was farmer.This slap is for those who give up in tough situations."Success is the Best Revenge" isn’t it ?Even further, He helped his school of his village where he studied. He raised 25 Lacs of funds for school development and for needy students who want to appear for MPSC/UPSC. He started special coaching centre in the same school for MPSC/UPSC students. ( Currently more than 300 students are taking benefit of this facility)He showed his gratitude towards department by taking an initiative to build dream houses especially for police constables and for their widows by proposing scheme to the Govt. of 10000 flats at Panvel, Maharashtra. He approached Government of India with detailed report, followed the process. Identified & acquired land of 120 Acres with due permissions, He took all the necessary efforts so that thousands of needy police constables/their widows can get their own dream house at a subsidised rate.He did not forget that he was farmer once. He planted and maintained over 2 lacs trees so far. Ministry of Forest took a note of this spectacular work and Honoured him with highest grade award of this segment.His message for us is “Dream big , Be Confident and Don't Stop.“His struggle will inspire us forever .“क्यू मरते है सनम के लियेमरना है तो मरो वतन के लियेजिंदगी मे करो कुछ ऐसा कामतिरंगा नीचे आये तुम्हारे कफन के लिये..”

Once a reader, always a reader! There is nothing like being drawn into a world where your mind is completely taken to another place, another time, to cultures, countries, food different from your experiences. Or, reading takes you exactly where you are, to people identical to yourself. Books are art, stories are works of art.My comment: It depends on your age, what you have read in the past, and what you ENJOYED reading in the past. For example: As a kid I read constantly - living in libraries. Even up through 7-8th grade, I roamed the library, going up one aisle, down another, reading titles of books (my head always crooked, neck twisted.) If I saw something interesting, I would pick it out, skim a little, then start reading. If I liked one author's book, I would read his next book.That is how I read Michener's "Tales of The South Pacific". I was in the Letter "M" aisle and saw that title, and began to read. I was 12 years old. That book is a fascinating collection of tales from the WWII years set in the South Pacific. The musical "South Pacific" was based on one of the stories from James Michener's book. From there I read his book "Hawaii".I stumbled onto Ian Fleming thumbing through the library at age 13. I read the first James Bond novel. I loved it. Then I read the next, then the next. (And I don't like mysteries or adventures or crime). But I loved those books. I also stumbled upon a book which had a bunch of kids in it. Called "Lord of The Flies", I didn't understand all of it, but it seemed pretty simple. I even stood up and read my book report on it in 7th grade. My English teacher gave me a good grade but asked me if I realized that this particular book is ONLY assigned and read by college students. (I just thought it was a good book.) I stumbled upon "Catcher In The Rye" the same way, thumbing through books in the library. I was age 12.My point, I guess, is if you loved to read before, if there was a passion....then you're going to love to read again.One suggestion is this: In English Lit. classes or Poetry classes or American Lit classes, they have what they call "The Norton Anthology." Whether it is Modern American Literature or 20th Century or 18th Century, Norton combines the best of the best from certain eras. I suggest you go to a bookstore and ask where the Anthologies are located , and skim through one or two. You will find great writers like Dickens (my personal recommendation as one author you might choose), great poets, great essayists. Some will be centuries old, some modern and others post modern.But, you will stumble on one to three books, I promise you, that for whatever reason you will take home and read and read and read...until suddenly it says, "The End". And, if you're like me, you will feel sad after the story ends. But, if you're like me, you'll run back and find another book by the same author, or a book similar to the genre you loved, and off you'll go into the perfect, comforting, absorbing, fantastical world of art, the art of language, the art of the story, the art of reading. Have Fun!

In middle school, there was a teacher who apparently didn’t like me, for whatever reason. I was in 7th grade (age 12), and was a very good student, highly talented in math and science, and overall showing great promise for a bright future. She wanted any excuse whatsoever to see me take a hard fall. One day, she gave a pop-quiz test to the class, and gave very clear instructions about “no talking” during the test. Everyone was instructed to have a blank piece of notebook paper and a pencil on their desk.As the test was beginning, the kid next to me (who was not such a great student) didn’t have any paper, so he whispered “hey, can I borrow a piece of paper?” to me. I wasn’t very happy with the request, but being a decent, helpful, accommodating person, I *very* quietly nodded and mouthed the word “ok” and handed him the piece of paper. The test proceeded, seemingly without incident. I followed the directions on the test “to the letter” and knew that I aced it — with 100% correctness.But when I got my test back the next day, it had THREE “F” grades on it! THREE of them! Yes, this test counted for 3 times the number of points as a normal homework assignment, so in the teacher’s grade book, there were three “F” letters in the row with my name on it. I asked the teacher why, and she said “It’s because you talked during the test. I told everyone that there was to be no talking.” Literally, all that I had done was to almost imperceptibly mouth the word “ok” to acknowledge another kid’s request to “borrow” a piece of paper. (Which really translates to “be given” a piece of paper, for free, and to never return the favor.) This was a perfect example of me performing an act of kindness to another person — a true act of compassion and generosity, with no expectation of being paid back — and getting a nasty kick in the face as my reward. I was naturally furious about this, and I reported this incident when I got home. I don’t remember whether or not the teacher got reprimanded for this act of cruelty, but the principal and school administration were definitely made aware of it. I still ended up getting very good grades that year, in spite of this teacher. Throughout life, I’ve encountered a few similar people (bullies in positions of authority), but fortunately, I managed to prevent them from holding my head under water long enough to do any serious damage.