Pages from an incomplete Book....

Firstly I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to my 1 1/2 readers around the world. I know I had promised to be back with the right topic but as you know by now I am so good at keeping promises. The only thing that I did do as promised was skip gym but I would like to take this moment to plead to RG that please don’t use unparliamentarily language because I skipped gym.. I was attending my twin nieces (Hey I am not that old.. its just that I have old cousins) Rias and Fias Birthday party. I thought atleast this year the children would stop crying when they see candle flames or the knife and cut the cake but to my despair my cousin brother had to once again take the responsibility of doing the honours. If only children could understand what they mean to their parents.. I guess it’s a never ending saga.. parents trying to convey a message to their chidren and often children not understanding it.. anyways I am will come back to that in 2015 or so right RG???
Anyways a few months ago I had thought of writing a book and embarked on a journey to attempt writing it never got past the 8th page guess my approach was not right.. Well it’s a tribute to a person who has taught me a lot in life gave me the courage and trained to speak up infront of a crowd and win prizes to write what’s on my mind and impress people always believe that I can do whatever my heart desires. Suneel Sir we love u get well soon….
DON’T QUIT

When things go wrong
As they sometimes will,
When the road youre trudging
Seems all uphill;
When the funds are low
And the debts are high;
And you want to smile,
But you have to sigh;
When care is pressing you
Down a bit.
Rest if you must,
But don’t you quit.
Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint
Of the clouds no doubt,
And you never can tell
How close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight
When you\re hardest hit…
It’s when things go wrong that you must not quit…………
- Anonymous
I remembered seeing that poster stuck on the door of his locker in school. Perhaps during those days I didn’t read it properly or maybe I was too young to understand what it meant but sitting in his flat in Mumbai and seeing that poster again after nearly two decades made me realize what had kept this man going strong for all these years despite all the hardships he faced in life. I could still see the shine on his face, the smile which had made me feel confident about myself, a smile which said, ‘its ok if you make a mistake, I am here to guide you but never say I quit.‘

I was always a shy child in school and I had always been extremely conscious about myself. The Annual Talent Show at school was the most sought after cultural activity. Students would spend weeks practicing in order take home a certificate which had their names written on it. I was not sure I could do anything significant but after continuous pep talks from my mother I finally decided to give it a try.

So the big day finally arrived and I was watching the other participants do so well and I was just praying that I don’t embarrass myself. The thought of winning was never in my mind.
“The next participant in the Mono-act competition is TT VI- K”,” Oh god! that’s me”, I thought to myself. Well here goes. I gathered all my courage and walked up to the stage to perform my event.
Seeing such a huge crowd sent shivers down my spine but I felt since I have come this far I might as well give it my best shot. As soon as I said “Dear friends I am about to perform….. “, I heard a bell from the time keeper. “Your time is over”. The entire crowd started laughing because I didn’t even start and due to the shock of my debut performance ending before it even started crushed me. Rules were rules and I had to get off the stage. “How could 3 minutes get over so fast”. It was hard for even a 6th grade student like me to understand. Is this what they meant by the world is a stage and we are all mere performers?, Well if it is then I am a flop.. I felt so miserable, so small.

Suddenly a classmate came up to me and asked “ what were u actually planning to perform” that’s all I remember because after that I started crying so bitterly that the centre of attention was not my classmate who had won the competition but me. I could hear people saying “ why is he crying?” ; “Oh that’s because he didn’t win”. I wanted to shout to all of them “No I didn’t get a fair chance”.. and I promised myself I will never participate in any competition ever again.

To be continued ……………………………………………………….