Friday, May 6, 2011

An Average Man


This is all about the average people. The non-rockstars. Those who do not have a catchy background music being played when they enter a scene in their miserable lives. Those who are not born with a silver-spoon stuck into their mouths. Those who spent their childhood wondering if there could be a super-power hidden inside them, but eventually end up discovering they suffer from a cartoon overdose. This is also about the wonderful middle-class people who have dreams bigger than the scams in India.

I am talking about anyone who wasn’t the tallest or the shortest in the school. But was again somewhere in the middle. Also the ones who weren’t the best looking, nor were the worst looking. Those who weren’t the most brilliant in academics, nor were slothful brains.

Our teachers always thought we could do better than we have done. Our parents always thought that with a little more effort, we could possibly join the league of ‘toppers’. No matter how hard we worked, there always was a- ‘bete, there is still a scope of improvement‘. I am talking about those who always thought they were the best among the crowd all time, but as soon as they entered a competition, had a heart-break which was worse than studying mathematics (or any subject of your dis-choice). They were always told that the world will only show respect to those who excel in studies, or sports, or whatever they weren’t doing well in. We were always compared with that idiot looking nerd living round the corner who would score at least 10 percent marks more than us. And that comparison sucked. And if we tried telling how many people were below us, we would get a strong dose of motivational philosophy(or whatever you call it). Failure is always a part of anything the average people do. And such an integral part that it soon becomes a pain in the rear. And each failure would be a public incident bigger than the parade in Rio. We did eventually win(doubtful here. citation needed), but that would be such an undercover incident that people would hardly notice. If anyone did, they would say- “Oh, anyone can do that”. Yes, I know, that is the time when you feel like having a rocket launcher in your hands.

The average kids grow up and become…. The average youngsters (no reset button pressed here). The miserable lives continue. The famous saying ‘Beggars cannot be choosers’ has already applied to you so many times that you start considering it a universal law. The few exclusive ones might also develop into bigtime social misfits. Each morning the average people wake up thinking if today could be the day when they would encounter the lucky stone (or any other animate/inanimate object… depends on personal fantasies) that would change their lives. They come back each evening getting a shot of reality check (recursive). They are the ones who do not have the most loaded pockets around. They do not have a callous life to go through. They actually have to work hard to get anything they want. And many a times they don’t get it, but the journey continues. The average ones keep the search mission to find their better half running 24×7. And that is not easy, especially when the Middle people are again at middle in confidence levels.
We are not the ones who are fond of fighting for the 99.9ish percentiles in exams. We feel relieved with 95-96ish percentiles (or even 85-90 in some cases). Most of the times we are happy that we didn’t fail. Parental pressure stops affecting us by this time. We have generally become immune to embarrassment, humiliation, failures, dengue… Okay not the last one.

But trust me, being the average one, the middle one isn’t that bad. In fact it is one of the best things if you see from my perspective. The average guy always works harder for everything, be it academics, profession, relationships etcetera. And this is a very good trait. Another good thing is, an average guy(or girl) will always look for an opportunity for improvement while the excellent one is basking in the glory of his past laurels. Being average is actually the driving force behind the average person. The average guy has his goals set. He would keep working towards them. In the process, he would become better.

The times are dynamic. A new era has ushered in. This is the time when the tables have turned. It is not the perfect people who are making it big. It is the Middle people. It is our time folks. We are the future. The average people are the ones who make better professionals, better entrepreneurs, better partners and better idols. No one is interested in the story of a guy who topped the exams throughout his life and then worked for some MNC. The stories of the excellent are not dramatic enough. Nor are the stories of the pure losers interesting (for obvious reason – they are losers). It is the life of the average guy which has all the drama, action, suspense and the masala for a future bollywood movie. Only an average one can turn the tables during the course of time. He is the one who can do things most unexpected of him. He is the one who goes through all the struggle. And what a life without drama? The middle’s life has the whole package of a successful movie. He is the new idol. He is the new face of brilliance.


Okay, most of the average people reading this might still be stuck in ‘Oh-my-miserable-life-sucks‘ phase. Keep faith, times will change. That is the best thing about time. And don’t think you are not the best at anything. You are the best at being.. The Middle One !


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Thursday, May 5, 2011

I am my tomorrow…


A certain series of events my life recently have made me think. Thinking is a chronic disease but sometimes a valuable one. We are often faced with “Situations” that force us to choose between:
Right or wrong?
today or tomorrow?
casual or serious?
What ultimately wins is the kind of person you are. Celebrate this victory by keeping up what you truly believe in. Be trusting and be trusted. Life is unfair, but its unfair for others too.
Depriving yourself of simple things to get something more complex is a sheer waste of what one life can give you. Hiding behind something that is irrational and cumbersome is not only unwise but also non-rewarding.
Sleeping over a few things only makes you enjoy things, moments and people. A non chalant life will never be rewarding. Peeking from the veil is also an experience, dislike it first but then teach yourself to find the happiness.
Cheers to more that we can get from this life!!

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Tuesday, May 3, 2011

I'm speechless!!!

keep ur emotions under cOnTrOl.........




LOVE 10th Grade As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so-called 'best friend'. I stared at her long, silky hair, And wished she were mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I Knew it.

After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes She had missed the day before. I handed them to her. She said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I wanted her to know that I didn't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

11th grade The phone rang. On the other end, it was she. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she were mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barry more movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I didn't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Senior year The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she said, " he's not going to go" well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go Together- just as 'best friends'. So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I wanted her to be mine, but she doesn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angle up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine-but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone wenthome, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried a I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said-'you're my best friend, thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married. I watched her say 'I do' and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said'you came.' She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'. At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: "I stare at him wishing he was mine; but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! 'I wish I did too...'

I thought to my self, and cried. Do yourself a favor; tell her/him you love them. They won't be there forever. :huh: :huh: :huh: :huh: :huh: :huh: :huh: StOp Cryiiiiiing...This is wat life is all about....



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