BEING FAIL

Four days after a peaceful trip when you are relaxed sitting in your car, the AC is on, rain is there, you are in middle of facing some occult experiences and a friend calls you!

“Hey the result is out! Tell me your seat number I’ll check yours...”

“Really...no thanks” you say.

“Just tell me. Hurry I got 125 I passed!!”

Just because of curiosity and desperation of knowing your marks you leak your number.

“Just a sec”

That second makes you skip your heartbeat, stop your pulse and all other crap a k a you are dead for a second! You obliviously hope for getting cool score. It’s human nature no matter how bad you wrote your paper but at the time of result you always expect to get extraordinary score(you never say this to others but it’s in your mind)!

Well the second passes and moment arises...

“...and you got 95. Oh freak!”

“What the f***” That’s your only expression. What worst can happen you just Fail for 5 marks!! Loose a year just for 5 marks. There is no other feeling worst than being left behind. Suddenly your life turns out to be black, hopeless and pitiful!

“am sorry yaar”

“...it’s okay. Congo by the way!” and you conclude the call. After the calls follows a long long silence.

Though you are not talking from your mouth but your mind is speaking continuously, figuring what you are going to say to your family and friends more over how you gonna face them!? That’s the most difficult part. Tears come right down to your eyes but you control them!

As time passes by you learn to digest the fact a bit. But people don’t let you do that. Your friends and relatives and all and human being on the earth phone and message you asking your result and again evoke your sense of guilt.

Then comes the second stage, in college! “How much did you get...Congrats!” this dialogue hurts you every time you say it! Like a spear striking you continuously. You are in dilemma whether to be shameless and say you failed or to cry every now and then either way people gonna talk about it! You see in their eye they consider you cheap and low grade! They try to give you sympathy. But no one actually cares they are busy in their enjoyment, why shouldn’t they? Your ability and intelligence is doubted. You can’t say a word.

This is exactly what Being Fail feels...

Every person face similar kind of situation in life. Not just exam but at every step of your life! Don’t consider failure a curse, it is an opportunity to prove yourself and prove other wrong! Leave the people who sympathised you in Awe!! Hit them on the face with your success.

Being fail is common but overcoming your failure is what that differs and is what that matter. Failure is recited for a day or two but success is remembered forever!

Thomas Edison said “I will never say I failed for 1000 times but I’ll say I discovered 1000 ways that can lead failure”

CHECK OUT THAT GIRL

Venue: A mall in Mumbai.

Time: 1-ish.

Bunked class.

We are sitting around the table. Me and my four friends. A bucket from KFC just sitting half eaten. Taunting us to eat more. I take out my mobile to check for any new notifications. Just then, Pranav lets out a low whistle. “Fuck yaar....” “Shit man...”

I look up to see what happened and a girl walks by me. She’s wearing a tight fitting black top. And a red mini skirt. And many inches of high heels. I looked around expecting a photo shoot or something. A photographer calling out to her. But no, she just went past us and walked in Subway’s. Of course.

I look at Amod. He’s drooling. Himanshu is waiting for his camera to load so he can click a photo of Amod drooling. 

“What do you think?”

“Arsenal.”

“Yup. Definitely Arsenal.”

He looks at me. “What do you think?”

“Myeh.” I grunt.

“Dude, look at her. She’s awesome. How can you not like her?”

Well, I thought, that’s the question. Do I look at girls? Sure I do. I look at them just like I read every signs I pass, or like I read t shirts. I read and forget. I don’t think about girls almost all waking moment of my life. Girls don’t influence how I plan my day. Which malls I visit (Great girls at vashi malls. Thane...ok ok) or into which First Class i get. 

I remember in ninth standard, when girls were coming out from the “playmate” zone and entering into the “special friend” zone. There were tactics of how to get a girl talking, how to get into a relationship with a girl, how to get her kiss you.

And there I was. Engrossed in Most Wanted. (If you don’t know what it is, Die.)  I was busy rising up on the black list and beating Razor. And the only thing I wanted was my BMW M3 GTR back.

While the ‘macho’ boys from our class discussed the latest porn they watched, i was busy working on a game in VB script. While my friend got his first girlfriend, I won my first karate tournament. They broke up a few months later, I still have the medal.

Truth is, I don’t see the point. (No pun intended) I look at a hot girls. Yes, she’s hot. No, I’m no longer looking.

What’s the point of looking at a girl i have no intention of talking to. And i can’t even fap in public.

Seriously, It’s embarrassing. You look like the despo who gets high just looking at girls. If you have the guts, next time you see a girl you like, go talk to her. Make an approach. Be interested in how she is. Not what she is. Our generation needs to respect them. The older raped. Are we that low?

PS: To my friends who are probably sniggering, This is NOT an effect of being in a relationship. Stop laughing bastards.

Ok. Maybe some of it is.

K4VI