THE STORY OF MULLA NASRUDDIN'S LOST HOUSE-KEY
W e are going to complete thirty years, in coming September, since we started THE DAWN CLUB. Over these three decades, we have been quietly, yet consistently, carrying out the ‘mission’ we had set out for – to help young ones to 'find' their self-confidence… Now, you see, helping another person to ‘find’ his self-confidence is like the over-enthusiastic ‘public’ joining Mulla Nasruddin in his desperate search for his lost house-key! If you have missed out on this story, let me narrate it to you, here… O ne day, Mulla Nasruddin was desperately searing for something near the lamp post in a street. “Mulla, what is that you are searing for?” asked some curious onlookers. “I have lost my house-key,” replied the Mulla. “Is it?” exclaimed the concerned public and joined him in the search. A lot of time went by, Mulla’s house-key was nowhere to be found. Finally, one of the onlookers asked Mulla, “Do you remember where you had lost your key?” ...