Imtehanon Ka Daur Kab Gujrega?

Many a times I have questioned myself whether I can get out of this situation. The answers are mixed. Sometimes I feel I can and at other times I realize that no matter how hard you try your destiny has been written and you cannot go beyond the written word.

 I have often read the rags to riches stories. How some one with his sheer grit, perseverance and belief changed his destiny. But, then come to think of it, his destiny could have been written that way. If it is not so, then why does one who does the same things doesn’t get an equal success. I have seen artists dedicate their entire lives to art and lead a paupers life. While someone who is less passionate and hard working climbs the popularity charts and becomes a celebrity.

The answers are not convincing. I feel if you are destined to do become successful, only then will you get the dedication, perseverance and patience to accomplish your goals. If not, you will continue to fight against odds and loose. After which you will whine how unfair life is and continue to try again. Then, someone who doesn’t have the faintest of the ideas of what you have undergone and the efforts you have put in will come and tell you that you need to be passionate about what you do and put it more hard work. Just having an aspiration is not enough. Saw XYZ in your field, how hardworking and dedicated he is. He practices day-in and day out unlike you. They will rub salt on your wounds and if that was not enough, from nowhere life will fling a supplement from a leading newspaper featuring your Mr XYZ chilling out in a social do surrounded by some on the best looking beauties in town.  

Sleepwalking

This morning as I was half heartedly walking to the station to go to work I saw a sight that was a visual representation of my thoughts this morning –Why do I have to drag myself to work? Why can’t I live life on my terms?

 As I pulled myself towards the station I saw a mother take her daughter to school. They were seated inside the rickshaw. The mother was holding the small girl upright because she was completely asleep. She was wavering left to right in completely sync with the turns and bumps the rickshaw was manoeuvring.

My state was no different. In fact, each one of us is like that child. The only difference is that our eyes are open, but our minds are asleep. Our heart wants to do something, but we are forcing ourselves to do otherwise. We are all moving ahead like that girl. We are all sleepwalking.