Mr X has a failed life and can you imagine this, in spite of a successful career. One might ask why and Mr X doesn't know it for sure. He knows he is successful but, not quite happy. His friends have suddenly estranged him, people from office think he is rude and his wife says he is no more the same. He shakes his head and says this is the price of success, partial solitude, jealous colleagues and an unsatisfied wife. So, in all, does happiness walks out of the same door through which success walks in? Is the adventure at the pinnacle divorced from a grim satisfaction that brings a sweet smile on one's face and also on others' around?