I've stopped counting how many times I've been rejected as a research associate from excellent institutes and have been disqualified by the prestigious, creepy NTA NET/JRF. I recall the failures with another cup of refreshing tea because tea is a gentle hug. I fail, I study, analyse, and fail again. It reminds me of my school's intercollege debate speeches. I never was able to make one!
Passing moments reflect the shades as in the colour palette of Harry Potter or La La Land. Both are fantasy, just like my success.
Am I successful? By society's definition - definitely not. For me? Umm... I suppose I've grown. I can critically analyse the anti-charismatic authors like Salman Rushdie or Amitav Ghosh. Don't get me started with their lavish lifestyle and distorted facts for merely placing their books in the genre of magical or eco-realism. I would have preferred Mr Roald Dahl as a better author for us adults. People say the truth is different for everyone, as they call truth subjective. Taking the notion of law and justice to another level. If truth is subjective, I believe kids are born murderers or old people are the most innocent.
Truth is complete white with the fragrance of comfort, siding with justice.
Education is numbers, while learning is losing 2 cents in the back pocket near the coin telephone in the middle of a souvenir shop after being robbed of luggage. Experience isn't talks and grand metaphors; it's the dedicated pain with patience. Philosophy leads to comfort, and it's not a weak talk in an air-conditioned hall with elites having private jets.
Oh! Splashing mud on successful people is better than accepting the "Not Qualified" failure of one's own. Is it? Accepting failures and living with "oh, Mrs Bhalla's son got into Cambridge" isn't a portable talk during jogging concessions.
Accepting win is a day goal - sweets distributed, pulling soft cheeks, getting more Instagram follows (we live in weird technical advancement), and gallant behaviour, and then living the future with a content complaining self.
Failing - oh, a word that scares even kids under age 7. Suicide is the least painful step for failure, living with the guilt of not being successful tops it, better than the debatable pizza toppings. Is a pizza delivery person successful? I can imagine a person screaming in my figment of imagination, “Ms Writer, stop messing my happy life with the perfect amount of payment with your nonsense. I take mouth-watering samosas for my kids with laddus each day, don't disclose the gajra I buy to recall my wife's presence, when she was alive.” Is it ironic or funny to bring in the delight of failures the used notebooks and pens suffer? It's irrational to talk about failure because "if it's a happy one, it's the end."
Too much about failure, I got the definition of success - it is getting my favourite ice cream before the ice cream truck moves away from the colony's lane. Hurrah! As my sweetheart says, “When you're dead, you're dead. And until then, there's ice cream.” 🍨
Failure isn’t the end it’s the raw material of growth. Thank you for sharing this honestly. It's stories like these that remind us that setbacks are setups for comebacks. Keep going, your courage inspires...
ReplyDeleteYou've been brave. Understanding failure and going through it is understatement. Failure take us to places where we find enlightenment. And that's how we win. May God bless you, Kritika ✨
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