Be Different: The World Remembers… | Powerful Real Life Story

Be Different: The World Remembers… | Powerful Real Life Story

In this blog post, I wanna share a real-life incident that happened with me, and my brother on our way to school. This incident gave me a life lesson – not being afraid to ‘Be Different’!

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Hundreds and thousands of events take place in our daily life and we forget most of them. But some cling and remain so for a lifetime. What are these events “these are the DIFFERENT ones”. These are the people who are not afraid to ‘Be Different’!

My real-life story

It was summer vacations but I and my cousin Ateeq-ur-Rehman, who aspires to be a cricketer, had to attend our Extra classes which were mandatory for everybody from the 8th standard onwards.

These classes were for 15 days with Saturdays as working days. Of course, we didn’t want to go but had to. Our teachers were kind of strict when it came to not attending those extra summer classes!

My father had an old scooter and we both used to go by it. I hated going to school on a scooter when many of my friends had their own bikes. Nevertheless, I enjoyed riding it as it gave me a very classic type of feeling.

Every day he and I used to go to the school riding on that old fashioned scooter, come back home and the same cycle repeated the next day.

Something terrible happens

One day the road was wet but I didn’t mind slowing down my scooter even on the turns😂😂. I was thinking of myself as a racer but this didn’t go for too long.

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The scooter slipped from the road and we slipped from the scooter!

Ateeq had small injuries and his pant was torn from the knees. I too was hurt but was acting strong as I am his elder brother and had to show off a bit😁😁. Immediately some people came to pick us up and I was like “kuch nhi hua, Mujhe bilkul nhi lagi, ise bhi thorhi hi lagi hai, hum chale jeyenge (“Nothing has happened, we are fine and can go now”)

My cousin was constantly rebuking me, “aista nhi chal sakta tha, zyada dael marni thi. Jab b jaata hu tere saath, lag hi jaati hai” (“couldn’t you drive slowly, was it important to show off. Every time I go with you, something terrible happens”), he said.

I too was wishing it never happened (“kaash aesa na hua hota”)

But it had happened and there was nothing that could be done!

The remaining days of the summer classes also passed by quickly and everyone almost forgot this incident.

By the way, my parents also came to know about this incident, but nothing much happened!

several months later when I and my cousin were sitting together and remembering some past memories This incident was the first one that stuck our minds. And guess what, we had had a good laugh.

What I learned

I remembered that this was the same incident to which we wished would never have happened, and had called that day a ‘worst day’.

But, the reality is that I don’t remember any other day we attended those extra classes, but only that day when this incident took place. Only that day was the source of joy then and a beautiful memory shared together, saved for a lifetime to be laughed at.

The majority of us tend to like the normal. the routine. But, nobody remembers those days and they don’t teach us something valuable that we never forget and pass on to others as an inspiration.

This is what I wanna say “we don’t remember the common or the normal, we remember the different”

 The world too doesn’t remember the common but the different.

So dare to:


I wanna end this post with a poem:

The Road Not Taken


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

I see this poem an excellent source to inspire all of us to be different and take a different road in life, that’s LESS TRAVELED BY.


Do you have a story to share that is an inspiration for you and maybe for others too?

Feel free to mail me. If I like it, I will share that in my blog.

This Post Has 2 Comments

  1. Samriddhi

    Very beautiful 😊

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