Stung By Humility

Posted: March 27, 2013 in GUEST!!!!

KR

 

 

 

 

 

Kaarthik Rao B R that’s what he is called. Down to earth, cool, understanding,responsible….. yeah that’s all i had seen him while chitchatting with him while waiting for my cab. He is very tall may be 6+ i never asked. If i was a director and i was directing this “incredible Hulk part II”, i would have selected this guy. Trust me. When he walks with his head bent all he makes the perfect Hulk picture.  Like his pic indicates he is a geek. Knows in and out of technology. He likes car and knows lot more about them. He is Google addicted. He loves food and keeps on telling me nice places he had been to. When he told me he wrote story i was like “WT…. this geek writes? that too cool stuff!!”i smiled and told myself  “cool geek”.

Thank you KR, for giving me a opportunity to publish your story…!

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Ok here goes …I was in this airport with a strange guy in tracksuit and sunglasses. Strangely enough the entire bay was empty except for the security guards and us. Since the flight was at midnight and the time was still 11pm I had an hour to kill. So I thought let me talk to this “Strange guy”. I started off by introducing myself and asked him about his flight. He didn’t introduce himself but told me his flight details. Turned out that he was on the same flight as I was.

I, being a techie wanted to show off my new work to him. I was working on this “cutting edge stuff” which dealt with Artificial Intelligence as in “a machine or a computer program that learns over time analyzing all the inputs given to it previously and the current input”. I had developed a prototype application which could analyze various parameters of a song and it could predict if the song would be successful or not. I was showing him a few samples and yapping off about how well my application could predict the success of various songs which were in the market already which my application had predicted beforehand that it would be successful. To say the least he was amazed by my application. He asked me how my application was able to analyze songs and predict their success in the market. To show off my skills I started off by saying that it was a product of years of hard work and perseverance and that it required a thorough understanding of music and computer programming. I went on chattering and he heard me patiently.

Now he told me that he was a music enthusiast and he had a few songs of his own which he had recorded recently .He asked me politely if I could analyze his songs. I agreed but warned him saying that the results would be discouraging and he should not give up his hobby. I was of the impression that he was just another run off the mill music enthusiast and he would suck at it. He took his IPod out and gave it to me and asked me to copy a folder to my laptop. This folder consisted of around 7 songs and I told him that I cannot analyze all the 7 songs and waste my time. I offered to analyze just one of his songs and he asked me to analyze the last one in the folder.

In the meantime I asked him more about himself .He told me that his name was Mathew and he made a living by singing in local bars and clubs. He also told me that he wanted to be a great singer. By that time my application had finished analyzing his song and the results were astonishing. His song surprisingly had a high success rate of 90% meaning 90% of the intended audience would love his song. Looking at the result I told him that the application is still a prototype and that the predictions are not always right.I again ran analysis on the same song. Yet again the same result.

I was astonished by the result. So I ran analysis on some of his others songs as well and yet again good results. I am not saying that my application is perfect but most of the analysis had yielded accurate results. At this I told him to try his luck in the music industry. He told me he didn’t have enough to make it large .It was midnight and time for our flight. We both boarded the flight and yet again our seats were next to each others. The quality of his songs was exceptional and seemed like they were recorded in a very good studio. I asked him where had he recorded all his songs to which he replied that he had put all his savings into it and got the songs recorded. Listening to all this I offered to help him by introducing him to my contacts. He was glad. Then we both slept. The flight landed safely .Just before we departed we exchanged our telephone numbers.

A few years passed .My application was accepted by many recording companies and I was minting money. All of a sudden one day I remembered this “Strange guy”. I took out my cell phone and called him. The voice on the other side said “You have reached STING’s assistant. How can I help you? ”. I checked the number again and it was correct. I was taken aback. I asked “Can I talk to Mr. Mathew”? The voice on the other side surprisingly asked “Mathew”? I said sorry “Can I talk to Sting?”.”Sting is busy .Do you have any message for him” was the reply. At this I just hung up.

I switched on my laptop and Googled for “Sting”. Turned out that his real name is Gordon Matthew Thomas Sumner, Mathew for short .I called him back that very night and this time I had mustered the courage to talk to him. First I introduced myself, and then I narrated what had happened that day in the airport. He remembered me and told me that he was using my application in his recording studio too. Finally I asked him why he didn’t reveal that he was the “Sting” that day. To which he replied: “I am tired of making people listen to me. Now and then it feels good to listen to people. If I had told you I was the Sting you again would have asked me about my songs etc”. The call ended.

I started thinking about that fortunate day in the airport and had tears in my eyes. How can such a great man be so humble and I being a small techie had thrown lot of tantrums that day. Suddenly I felt someone’s arm around my shoulder and suddenly everything vanished. ALAS I was awakened from this beautiful dream by my mom telling me that it was time for breakfast. But that dream taught me to be humble in life no matter how much success I attain.

                                    “Fame is temporary, Class is Permanent ”

Comments
  1. Chandini says:

    Well written…… liked the way story ended. Gives an opportunity to reader to ponder about self!

    Like

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