In a small town in India, there lived a young boy named 'Arya'. Arya was 8 years old and lived with his parents and a younger brother 'Shami'. Shami was only 6 weeks old. He wasn't very fond of his little brother. For him, Shami was just a new member of the family who didn't do anything to help or harm him. Today was Arya's birthday, his present - A plastic pellet air pistol. His dad knew he was quite young to have one, but he bought him one as he had promised Arya to bring him whatever he'd ask for. Arya's father did have a plan to teach Arya how to handle the gun and the responsibility that comes with it. He brought 2 target practice boards at home and hung them in Arya's room. He took a promise from Arya to use the gun only in his room and on the targets only in his room. Plastic pellets are small round plastic balls about the diameter of 5 mm, they weren't going to harm or hurt anyone except Shami who was still quite young but he didn't want to take a chance. Arya agreed and never once did he play with his gun elsewhere in the house. 2 years passed and Arya had mastered the art of target practice. He was so good at shooting the plastic pellets that he was able to hit the target even under windy conditions. Over the 2 years his dad had occasionally taken him to park with his target boards and let him practice. He would pride on his gun and skills making everyone around him in the park jealous. Arya was able to understand the variables like wind speed and wind resistance very well and would hit the target at any distance accurately. Arya loved his brother Shami and always told his mother "I will teach Shami how to shoot when he grows older". To which his mother usually replied, "Yes, you brothers will make India proud in the olympics".