Stanley asked me to come for the movie - AARAKSHAN! And I instantly rejected the idea. The hint of an idea that the movie has been a flop was not at all running through my mind. But my intent was to avoid my own flop show later this year when gentle breeze would bring the coolness and proclaim to our utter dismay, "The D-day has come!"
And we left office at quarter to nine in the "evening" and plodded towards the auto-stand. The auto driver was happy to see a bunch of young crowd avidly awaiting some carriage to nearest junction at Karunamoyee. But as soon as he picked us up, his competitors came out of their hide, as if they were lurking for the fruit to be ripe and full. And as soon as it's full, they know that they have got a good number of passengers whom they can bank upon. They came like the Public Prosecutors of Lokpal Bill, and ensured that their AARAKSHAN may be duly honored. That pick up point is reserved for a few specific auto and restricted to the rest.
I came home after this short drama at auto stand a day long usual drama at my exceptionally hellish workplace. Talked to people who missed me over the whole week, made up some plans for the coming days. But, halfhearted, the efforts were showing no trace of lustre. And then I logged on to my testing window - of one of the most useful tools of modern day study methodologies - the mock test. It was a complete mockery on my part to do nothing for it in last 15 days and appearing for it with baseless hope. The test was submitted midway, nothing's really working out for me for the last 3/4 weeks - either a small pimple will take the shape of a small size volcano and I get hospitalized for the same - or a bid date comes close with no real support from our support groups - everything that can go wrong for me is, as if, coming together at the same time. Morphy's law! - true it is.
But now I am tired of complaining. And I need a sigh of relief. It's not that I can see an iota of light even at the furthest and darkest end of my road, but the hope that kills million mortal men, is killing me as well. Failure is waiting with its empty stomach, and absolutely ready to devour me in. But like Indian test cricket team, I too can forget the last few weeks as just another bad patch of life. And life goes on. And comes a day, each day, with a new beginning, with a new zeal. To see and prove that it's not over until it's over.
90 days is all I have, too little for the pessimistic self in me, and too much when that Nike punchline punches me hard. Time is what evokes you, go accompany her, and do your best, and one day you both cross the river of futility with the bridge of achievement.
Hope beckons, standing tall, just 90 days away from you!
And we left office at quarter to nine in the "evening" and plodded towards the auto-stand. The auto driver was happy to see a bunch of young crowd avidly awaiting some carriage to nearest junction at Karunamoyee. But as soon as he picked us up, his competitors came out of their hide, as if they were lurking for the fruit to be ripe and full. And as soon as it's full, they know that they have got a good number of passengers whom they can bank upon. They came like the Public Prosecutors of Lokpal Bill, and ensured that their AARAKSHAN may be duly honored. That pick up point is reserved for a few specific auto and restricted to the rest.
I came home after this short drama at auto stand a day long usual drama at my exceptionally hellish workplace. Talked to people who missed me over the whole week, made up some plans for the coming days. But, halfhearted, the efforts were showing no trace of lustre. And then I logged on to my testing window - of one of the most useful tools of modern day study methodologies - the mock test. It was a complete mockery on my part to do nothing for it in last 15 days and appearing for it with baseless hope. The test was submitted midway, nothing's really working out for me for the last 3/4 weeks - either a small pimple will take the shape of a small size volcano and I get hospitalized for the same - or a bid date comes close with no real support from our support groups - everything that can go wrong for me is, as if, coming together at the same time. Morphy's law! - true it is.
But now I am tired of complaining. And I need a sigh of relief. It's not that I can see an iota of light even at the furthest and darkest end of my road, but the hope that kills million mortal men, is killing me as well. Failure is waiting with its empty stomach, and absolutely ready to devour me in. But like Indian test cricket team, I too can forget the last few weeks as just another bad patch of life. And life goes on. And comes a day, each day, with a new beginning, with a new zeal. To see and prove that it's not over until it's over.
90 days is all I have, too little for the pessimistic self in me, and too much when that Nike punchline punches me hard. Time is what evokes you, go accompany her, and do your best, and one day you both cross the river of futility with the bridge of achievement.
Hope beckons, standing tall, just 90 days away from you!
