Motivation of a Different Kind The best part of my childhood was almost entirely spent in Triplicane ( in Chennai). I have been in various places during subsequent years ranging from unbelievably remote villages in the Himalayas to swank cities in India and abroad. I must tell you honestly that I have never seen a place more vibrant than Triplicane. The people living in Triplicane are as vibrant as the place itself. They have a lot more concern for what is happening in their neighbors’ houses than in their own. They know all your friends and relatives who visit you and your equation with every one of them that you yourself would not have cared to analyse. Every incident that touches your life touches theirs too. What I have come to discuss with you now is not about the extroverts of Triplicane but the fact that the locality has always produced the best brains in the country. As a matter of fact, most of my childhood friends are scattered all over the globe in exceedingly high positions and a couple of them keep looking at Sweden for a call for the next Nobel Prize. The most important aspect is that most of these chaps were considered in their boyhood as fit only to graze cattle by their respective fathers. These parents made no secret of their assessment of their wards and from time to time gave colourful expression to their thoughts. In fact, they would concede a few alternative positions, such as hair cutting and woodcutting besides grazing cattle, to their children depending upon how benevolent their moods were at the time of predicting their children’s future. I never could understand how anyone rated so low by none other than his own parent could ever make such dramatic progress in life. It was then I happened to see the short and amazing film ‘The Miracle Man’ on the real life of an aircrash victim for whom the medical fraternity could give no chance of a survival. Looking at this man lying totally crippled, every doctor in the field just pursed his lips and nodded his head sadly from left to right. It is the story of how that man bounces back to life proving wrong all these negative predictions about his chances of survival from everyone around him. Some people have it in them. Just tell them that they can never do a particular thing and you will see how well they do it. On a deeper analysis, I would even tend to think that flattery and incentives can hardly be as effective a motivating tool as negative sentiments and gibes. A highly provoked man can get far more motivated to prove his capabilities than a highly flattered, over-rated individual. The men of Triplicane who are scattered all over the globe as trendsetters are a standing testimony to this theory. Dont you think that for someone, who is tipped to become only a cattle grazer, to scale unbelievable heights in society is nothing short of a miracle? Miracle men are not those who perform miracles for others but for themselves!