It's all about Winning.

Few get drunk. Few do music. Few follow art, Few slam their doors and yell out. Different channels of venting out their inner angst. This is where I am so ambiguous. It has taken me 22 long years to figure out my vent out channel & yet, I am uncertain about it's existence . It isn't at all good to keep all the fury in but when there's no outlet, you can't help it either. You have to live with it. To some extent, Writing does its part in providing me the respite & So, this piece.

If I am not wrong it's Ralph Waldo Emerson who quoted 'Its not about Winning, it's all about Wanting to'. As per my knowledge he could have meant that, that wanting itself compels a man to scale any heights to win. It takes undefinable amounts of determination, the much needed question which should be answered to selves, about their own caliber & the way they'd want to finish it off.

I totally oppose the concept of proving one's self to this world. This world cares to stop for a second, clap its hands in appreciation & a second later, it progresses forward leaving you behind as an inseparable part of the history. Then I find no point in craving to deliver something to obtain the recognition and applause of this world. Its quite funny to notice the way few purposes are usually fulfilled when you chase something more divine & larger in its cause. Many artists wowed this world with their art but the whole friggin' point is they never wanted to. They just did their best leaving this world in awe at their work. They did something because they badly wanted to & consequently experienced the relief from an enormous labor when they're done. Thereby, gifting this world the most monumental pieces of art. In pursuit of satisfying their souls, they just Won eloquently in the eyes of this world. They stood as winners. Sachin Tendulkar. Roger Federer. R K Narayan. Ozzy Osbourne. Many.

But the main problem is with the people like Rahul Dravid. Sadly, these people aren't artists. They are more like sweat shedding peasants. They put in everything they've got to acquire what they want. I totally second Sirish's perception in this aspect. Sachin makes runs easily. But Dravid, pushes himself against the wall to score runs. But I think the runs scored by Dravid are much respected than that of Sachin's. I dare not question the godliness of Sachin as I myself am an ardent admirer of the God. But what puts me to sleep is Dravid's struggle to stand out there in the crease all day & fight, the only purpose being sticking around, no matter how shitty the circumstances are. That conviction. That persistence. That stubbornness. That undoubtedly instills massive confidence in people like me to fight, to bend it's neck, at the end of the day. Dradiv isn't gifted, unlik Sachin & Laxman. He shapes himself. He carves himself into a better Dravid the every time he goes out to bat & it is only because of the strong pledge he utters to himself not to repeat the mistake that got him out in the prior innings. Eventually, he Wins. The notable point here is, you'd be using only half of your sofa while Sachin is batting but you lay back with bot your hands behind your neck & relaxed, when it's Dravid out there. Envious & admirable.

Okay now, Me. It feels depressed for not winning from a long time. I am highly vulnerable to criticism in my circles, I am generally overlooked & highly underrated these days. That, in a way, is better to free off the burden of meeting the expectations of people. But its equally depressing & damaging, at times. I recall the priceless advice from Divyakka which hold true universally. 'This too shall pass.' It injects patience & hope in me & fortunately, I always have people like Rahul Dravid to look up to. Being not blessed is not your fault but I blame if you don't gift yourself something. This place is filled with people who are too busy to stop & care about our likes to gift you something. Gift yourself.

And yes, this one is now turning out into a reliever thingy. This is what all I wanted to talk to somebody but the same somebody also is a part of this world & this world only listens to winners' words. And when it comes to that, everybody is indifferent. Any how, talking to self, helps. I love to talk to myself when the whole world is lost to the sounds of winners' victorious roars.

Dear Life, We all have journeys to make. I'll see you on the other side which is hopefully greener.