I was 7, and forgot my part in a play when my teacher termed me a failure. I caught up with stage fright, and it took me almost half-a-dozen years to get my confidence back. In my 6th grade, an F was introduced to my scorecard for the first time (in Malayalam - straight-faced, Humbug!). I never took a liking to Malayalam after that, and within a year moved it out of my languages (I took a second English, most called it "Special" English, I termed it "Additional English"). When I reached 11th grade, I misinterpreted the exam timetable for the internals and studied Physics for the Chemistry exam. The exam was a disaster, and another "F" adorned my grades (Quite surprisingly, I failed the Physics exam as well). In the sidelines, I gave up TT (my all-time favourite sport) after breaking a TT table.
During the first year of Engineering, I couldn't comprehend with Electrical Engineering and gave up studying the subject. It wasn't surprising when most of the class failed in EE, but my Chemistry followed suit (let's admit, it was never part of my platter, that organic, inorganic crap). As the tears dried, I decided that it would have to be "Faimuse es qot en oktiom" (without realising it meant "failure was not an option").
It didn't take a lot of einsteinesque efforts for people to term me a failure. My college principal spoke to my parents and conveyed the fact that I was among the bottom ten of the college. And sinking in the trauma of supplementary exams, I actually wondered if I was a failure.