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Tuesday, November 11, 2008

DADAGIRI







An ode to Sourav Ganguly—‘ The Phoenix’

As the cricket fraternity and fans all over bid adieu to the transformer of Indian cricket—Sourav Ganguly, I also couldn’t help stopping myself from joining the bandwagon to pay ode to this legend of Indian cricket who no longer will be seen wearing the Indian tri-colours on the cricket field.

With the conclusion of the 2008 Border-Gavaskar trophy, the hugely successful though quite eventful career of Sourav Ganguly came to a halt as the southpaw announced retirement from all forms of international cricket.

Farewells are always an emotional affair where there is a tinge of disappointment of going. However huge this loss (retirement of Sourav Ganguly) may be to the Indian cricket, on a personal front, it will be a monumental loss as I saw and admired Ganguly not only as a cricketer but a big role model.

I still have vivid memories of Sourav who broke onto the international cricket arena with an indelible century on debut that made the world sit and take note of this ‘Prince of Kolkata’. I can recapitulate those moments when I first heard about ‘Dada’--- It was the Lords test in 1996. I didn’t have any cable connection that time. So my only source of cricket updates used to be the Doordarshan news. I was busy writing my project report when my grandfather asked me to rush to the drawing room where he was listening to the DD news. That was the time when I first saw the images of Sourav Ganguly. The video clipping showing Sourav caressing the off side for a boundary and reaching to a magnificent century marked with exceptional class, tremendous grit and princely elegance is still etched in my memory.

With the passage of time, he grew from strength to strength to strength and his stature in the cricketing history of our cricket-frenzy nation continued to reach new heights. In between records stumbled and Sourav Ganguly became synonymous with success and aggression. But his cricket credentials are not the only reasons why I would always remember him. Sourav Ganguly will always be my hero, my idol for his determination, grit, never-say-die-attitude and resilience. He taught us how to make ‘comebacks’ despite all odds being against you. He taught us to always keep our chin up even when we have our backs to the wall and sail through the troubled waters even when the whole world turns against us.

The world may have christened him as ‘Dada’, ‘Bengal Tiger, ‘Prince of Kolkata’, ‘Maharaja’. But for me he’ll always be a ‘PHEONIX’—a true fighter who literally rose form the ashes fighting all adversaries. The fact that he’s leaving on a high gives more pleasure to his fans and well-wishers than maybe himself. He truly deserves every bit of praise and accolades he’s getting for serving and literally transforming Indian cricket into a world power in cricket. Sourav Ganguly will surely be missed.

Wishing Sourav a happy and successful life post cricket!

Sunday, November 2, 2008






Baadshah O Baadshah.








I’m penning this poem on the Baadshah of Bollywood।



I hope it’ll be liked by one and all in all likelihood।




A starlet was born on this day।


Who brought the world at his feet, I must say।


He paved way 4 himself by sheer hard work and diligence.

And won accolades for his acting skills, exceptional sense of humour and good common sense.



The number of admirers he has is profuse।

Undoubtedly he is an icon and I’m sure this status he wouldn’t misuse




He has stood the test of time with great courage and perseverance।

Fans and critics alike have been bowled over by SRK’s sense of humour and energy that’s in him immense


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Wishing heartiest and balmy wishes to our DEVDAS alias DON।

You have performed every role with panache and aplomb

SRK is not only a fabulous actor but an icon


We hope to see you in new avatars for 100 years more as the K…k……kk… Kiran magic hasn’t yet gone.

Monday, October 20, 2008

When I got a call from Mahatma Gandhi on Deewali


When I got a call from Mahatma Gandhi on Deewali
(written by Chandan Kumar)

This was the 100th time I was watching the climax scene of the bollywood movie Rang De Basanti. I felt a new dose of inspiration being infused in me every time I heard these dialogues from DJ, one of the main protagonists of the movie, who in the climax of the scene says-" there are only two ways to live life. One is to accept whatever is happening without complaining or cribbing about it. Or else take the onus on yourself to script that change.” It basically hammered home the point that one should abandon the 'culture of silence' we've been subscribing to since ages and be the change we want to see. We should show some courage to at least stand for our rights. One should not indulge in 'passing the buck' kind of habit when it comes to bring a change in the way our corrupt and wicked system works. With these thoughts, I was getting ready to go for my CAT coaching classes. We were just a day away from celebrating Deewali but still I had to go for my coaching class while my other friends were busy making plans for Deewali. “Aditya, try to come back home early after your classes. You’ve to help me clean your room”, my mother reminded me.
“I remember, Mummy.” , I said.

As I was about to leave, there was a knock at the door. I opened the door only to find a middle- aged man who introduced himself as the Passport Verification Officer. Actually my father had applied for a passport some time ago. And this gentleman had come to see the applicant in person. But father was out of town. We asked him to come after Deewali as father was scheduled to be back after Deewali. “No, problem. I’ll come again when the applicant comes.” said he. After a brief pause, he continued “Well, won’t I get my ‘karcha-paani’(bribe)?”.

“What kharcha-paani’(bribe)? We've paid the entire amount that we were asked to.So, why this extra demand for money?” I asked that fellow.

“Hmmm..........my dear......... as many as 4 people in your colony have shouldered this 'so-called' demand. You can ask them if you wish. They got their work done without any hassle. So, it's your choice, sir.”, said he making his intensions crystal clear-----pay the bribe or wait for ages to get the passport verified!

"No, no. We don't have any problem. He is young. He doesn't know these 'procedures'. Come next week.", said my mother to the officer pushing me aside. Once the officer left, we were joined by Sinha aunty who too had to give in to the unjustified demand made by this corrupt officer.

“Aditya, you don't know these people. If you don't pay heed to their demands, they can make life very diffcult for you. We are common people. They can bring 1000 types of obstacles in the way of getting your work done. So, why get into their bad books? It's just a matter of few hundred bucks. Give them that and get relieved of all tensions and hurdles.” advised Sinha aunty.

“But aunty, that's just not justified. It's a direct attack of corruption on us. We should raise our voice against that.", I suggested.

“Shut up! This is not your 'filmi'(movie) world. Be practical. Don't always live in a fantasy world. This is the way the world works. You'll do yourself a world of good if you accept this as soon as possible. You are no hero who is going to change the world.” confronted my mother.
I had no option but to withdraw myself from the argument. It was another one of the many occasions where I was forced to accept the 'culture of silence' and couldn't stand for justice, fairness or rights.....whatever you call it.

I left for my CAT coaching classes.

As I was returning home from my coaching, I happened to run into Manish-- my neighbour with whom I was never on good terms. Manish was a spoilt brat who never left any opportunity unused to pass unpleasant and abusive remarks on me. This time too, he uttered an abusive word for me as I brushed past him and entered my house. I have had enough! I thought of beating him black and blue then and there and settle all my scores with him once and for ever. May be he mistook my dignified silence for cowardness. I had decided what I had to do. This Deewali was going to be very fatal for Manish, I promised myself.

It was Deewali night that day. My family had gone to take part in the Deewali Puja organised in the community hall of my colony. But I stayed at home. Once they left, I went to the balcony of my house and placed a rocket bomb in the direction of Manish’s house. The windows of his room were left opened which made my task easier. I thought of abandoning my ‘Mission revenge’ for a split second but the anger and hatred for Manish refused to go. I had contacts with some goons through a friend of mine. So, I decided to take his help to bash up Manish in case he didn’t get hurt with the firecracker. I was about to lit up the rocket bomb when the landline phone started ringing.

“Hello, can I speak to Aditya?", the voice asked.
“Yes, this is Aditya speaking. Who's this?”, I said.

"Mohan Das Karam Chand Gandhi", he said.

"What? Mahatma Gandhi on Deewali! If it was 2nd October,15th August or 26th January, I might have believed you my so-called Baapu. But getting a call from Gandhiji on Deewali sounds a little out of place. So stop playing pranks with me and tell me seriously who are you?" ,I asked.

“That’s the saddest part that people remember the freedom fighters and all those who died for the cause of the country only on their birth and death anniversaries.Rest of the time, they are left in the cold. Just organising a function or event in their remembrance can’t be called a real homage to them. Trust me, I’m Mohan Das Karam Chand Gandhi, my son."

I've had enough of this fellow. “Listen, I'm in no mood to entertain you.I'm already worried. So, spare me my dear Baapu!", I said angrily.

“worried over all the vices like corruption, crime prevailing in the society and Manish's disrespectful attitude towards you, isn’t it?", he asked.
The last question forced me to take this fellow seriously.

I-- “yes.......but......how do you know about all these things?"
Baapu--” you shouldn't get upset or angry with people like Manish who holds such an important place in your life."

I-- “Important and Manish? I don't give such cultureless people any importance."

Baapu- " Unimportant? Don't lie. If he means nothing to you, then why do you get upset at his remarks? If you are getting upset or reacting to his remarks, this means at some level you're acknowledging his importance and presence in your life so much so that he's able to disturb you peace of mind at his will. Am I right?"

Yes, Baapu was absolutely right! Getting affected by Manish's remarks meant I was giving him some importance. If he’s a nobody to me, then why lose my mental peace over his hurting remarks.

I-- “I got your point Baapu. But you tell me, whatever he's doing to me, is that right?"
Baapu- “Whatever he does, it's his culture. May be that's how he's been brought up and those are the values he's been taught. You have no control over that. Least you can do is to not to lose your dignity and lower yourself to his level."

I-- “ok, so what should I do?"
Baapu--" Nothing."
I--" Nothing? What do you mean by 'nothing' Baapu? Wouldn't my 'silence' would be interpreted as my weakness or cowardness?"

Baapu-- “son, reacting to him by taking the course of foul/dirty language or violence would not qualify as your bravery. That is the path only weak individuals take. If you could control your anger and hatred for him, that would be the real sign of your bravery."

I-- “I’m listening to you Baapu..............."

Baapu-- “Answering our enemies in the same coin would not help the cause as it would only increase hatred and ill feelings. If we keep behaving well with them, irrespective of their behaviour towards us, sooner or later they'll also start respecting us and their attitude towards us will gradually change. So, keeping silence is not always a sign of weakness."

I-- “I’m getting your point. But silence is not always golden, Baapu. We are too scared to call a spade a spade and stand for justice, our rights. We just watch corruption, crime, unethnicity making deep inroads into our socio-political system and do nothing to drive them away. We all just indulge in passing the buck when it comes to be a leader and fight for justice, equality, fairness and truth. We are forced to adopt a 'culture of silence'. What you have to say on this?"

Baapu--- “I can only say that that BE CHANGE YOU WANT TO SEE. THE BEST WAY TO CHANGE THE WORLD IS BY NOT BEING CHANGED BY IT."

I--" I'll keep all things in mind and try to imbibe these in my life Baapu. By the way, I forgot to wish you A Belated Happy Birth Anniversary. What gift can I give you?"

Baapu--" If you can be a good citizen, a good human being who would never leave the path of truth, who would spread love and peace all over and help in bridging the gap between humans who fight in name of cast,creed,religion, that would be the best gift for me. After all, that’s what festivals like Deewali teach us too. Ok, I've to go now. Try to follow the path I've shown you. "

I--- “I’ll try my level best to live upto your expectations Baapu and make this world a better place to live in. Thank you for mentoring me. Bye......Thank you again. We miss you Baapu. I’ll post this conversation on my blog and tell the whole world about it. By the way, how can I contact you again Baapu?”
P.S.= (The edited part begins here-----)

Baapu-“I’ll contact you on my own whenever you need me.” Said Baapu and hung up the phone.

Minutes later, the firecrackers meant to harm Manish were replaced with a bag of sweets and I headed for Manish’s house to wish him Happy Deewali and bridge all our differences.
The next day, I posted a blog titled “A telephonic conversation with Baapu” on my personal blog. Within minutes, 4 comments were made on this latest blog post------
1. Uhh! That’s cut paste from the movie Lagay Raho Munnabhai—posted by Rohit
2. have had enough of Gandhigiri and Munnabhai………Not again.....posted by Pooja
3. Can I have the phone number of Baapu, please????........lol……….. posted by Tannu Sharma
4. not bad but heavily inspired from the cult bollywood movie Lagay Raho Munnabhai……….have seen similar articles before………..—posted by Anurag

I was shattered, to say the least. I had expected to get some really nice comments but what I was reading was a far cry from what I was anticipating.
The phone started ringing. I hoped it was Baapu. I was right.

Baapu—“so you kept your word! I’m happy that you took the initiative to bridge your differences with that boy. And did you post our conversation on your blog?”

I (in a subdued voice)—“Yes.”

Baapu- “you sound so subdued. Any problem?”

I--- “Yes, Bappu. I got very discouraging reviews on my blog. I was accused of lifting the idea of the blog from the bollywood movie Lagay Raho Munnabhai(LRM) where only the chief protagonist Munnabhai sees and talks to Mahatma Gandhi and guide them to solve their problems by applying Mahatma Gandhi’s principles.”

Baapu---“I see.”

I—“Baapu, I don’t blame them either. The themes/story plots are too similar to miss or overlook.”

Baapu—“Have you seen the movie?”

I—“Of course, I have. I’ve seen it 10 times. It’s my all-time favourite.”

Baapu—“No, you haven’t seen the movie. You’ve just watched the movie.”

I-“I didn’t get you, Baapu.”

Baapu---“If you had really ‘seen’ the movie, you wouldn’t have lost your mental peace and entertained any violent thoughts over the remarks made at you by that fellow. If my information is correct, one of the scenes in the movie LRM, the actor playing BAAPU tells Munnabhai that answering our enemies in the same coin would not help the cause as it would only increase hatred and ill feelings. If we keep behaving well with them, irrespective of their behaviour towards us, sooner or later they'll also start respecting us and their attitude towards us will gradually change. So, keeping silence is not always a sign of weakness. Am I wrong?”

I—“You are absolutely right, Baapu. But the comments on my post………”
I was stopped midway through my sentence by Baapu.

Baapu-“What comments? With due respect to those people, let me tell you that let others decide what they’re more interested in--- finding similarities with x,y and Z or imbibing the messages put across through the movie LRM or for that matter, your post. More importantly, learn to take criticism in your stride. Turn the stones thrown at you into milestones.”

Baapu continued……….
“Take your case for instance. You watched the movie 10 times but you didn’t implement the lessons the movie intended to teach. And anyways, it doesn’t do the world any harm if good things are repeated. Whether it’s LRM or your blog post, both hammer home the message of brotherhood, non-violence and strive for a peaceful social environment. As long as it happens, it hardly matters if the same things are repeated again and again in different avatars or forms or where the inspiration is coming from”

I—“Thank you so much Baapu. I’ll see to it that I not only talk but DO what I say. Thank you once again.”


(A story by Chandan Kumar,Patna,Bihar)

Sunday, October 19, 2008

A letter to John Abraham






A letter to John Abraham

Dear as well as near to us John,
I am sure that it won’t be considered a PAAP if I travel in KABUL EXPRESS without a ticket. After all, all I want is to see the heartthrob of Bollywood ZINDA to wish him a HAPPY BIRTHDAY (forthcoming movie).

May each and every GOAL of John see the light of the day. I would like to thank John for not drawing a LAKEER for his fans (ACs and coolers not included) and promoting the benefits of NO SMOKING.

It’s really sweet and nice of you to establish a bond of love and affection with those who love and adore you to death. All our best wishes are with you so that you reach to the शिखर of success and happiness.

Most youngsters want to have a JISM like yours but I would like to have a girlfriend like yours. Don’t take this as buttering if I say that you are one of the few actors of this KAAL who after seeing so much success and wealth has his feet firmly on the ground. In order to create DHOOM in the industry, never compromise upon your down-to-earth nature.

We have a lot of AITBAAR on you and will never be VIRUUDH you.

We all pray that for you that not even a single bad SAAYA comes closer to you and our DOSTANA remains as rock-solid as ever. Just concentrate on doing good KARAM everything will be Clinic All Clear.

Here I would like to ELAAN one thing that your performance in GARAM MASAALA was quite thanda( quite cold)

. But the BAABUL of Bollywood came back well with all guns blazing by hiring TAXI NO. 9211 which added another feather in your cap.

Your ardent fan,
Chandan Kumar

Monday, September 22, 2008

In Conversation With myself

As I sit in front of my PC, I don’t exactly know what I’m going to write. There are lot of things going on in mind---------- my grandfather’s scheduled heart operation tomorrow, the unpleasant events that unfolded in the college today, etc…..etc……I don’t know why I’m feeling a little low and what’s been bugging me since morning. On a deeper introspection I realise that it’s again how others perceive me or do to me has bogged me down since morning. Whether it’s becoming the butt of leg pulling at the college or the helpless feeling of not getting my true worth, both financially and critically, all that has resulted in the feeling of disappointment encompassing my life on 22nd September, 2008.

Sometimes I wish I were a little more handsome. Then life would have been a lot easier and simple. The above sentence may well appear not to be in sync with the start of this blog post or worse, the whole blog may appear to be so out of the tune for you. To make matter simpler, this blog is in response to the dejection of things not turning up as per my expectations during the course of the day. Why the world can’t be nice to u all the time? Why everyone can’t have talents,good looks,luck everything on his side?

While watching Amitabh Bachchan’s latest flick The Last Lear, I came across this dialogue from the mouth of the protagonist of the movie that the desire to perform makes an actor. Likewise, what makes a writer? It’s the desire to express, to let go all ur feelings. At this moment, I’m feeling a lot relaxed and at peace with myself. I vow not to pay heed to any sort of mindless and discouraging acts/comments of those lesser morons who have been born just to make the numbers. That’s the prime reason I started blogging---- to express myself, to release all the uneanted thoughts and be at ease with myself.

A blog may have so many definitions, but for me it’s on outlet to get in touch with my real self. It’s the time I talk to myself. It’s a way to de-stress and rejunevate. I foresee a life in the world of words. I don’t know whether I have the talent and temperament to survive and thrive in the galaxy of words or not. But I’ve the passion and love for writing and love expressing myself through the medium of words. Now it seems I’m dragging this blog a bit too long. I pray that everything goes well in the days to come. May God give me and my family the strength to fight all odds. May no one sleeps tonight with an empty stomach, may no one feels hard done by people in and around him. May God take care of all of us……………..Amen!!!!!!!!!!

Monday, September 8, 2008

जो दिखता है वही बिकता है


Good Looks Vs Talent

As i was talking to my would-be father-in-law over the phone
In the typical Rajasthani tone he asked ,”Aap koan?"(who r u?)

I replied, "I'm the 1 who will be a household name from Amritsar to London,
I am the one n only Chandan".

He seemed impressed with the answer of mine
But when I met him, he told me that the no. of children her daughter has is nine.

It was apparent that it was an excuse
Because of my average or rather below than average looks , once again i was refused.

I was consoled not to get disheartened as surely good looks work in one's favour
But to survive in the long run ,one needs great skills n hard labour.

Good looks may prompt a Kumar Gaurav(chaar din ki chandni) to happen to one
But 2 b a Hrithik Roshan(i.e lambi race ka ghoda), a strong will power,belief in ur abilites and lots of hard work needs 2 b done.

Friday, August 22, 2008

Thank U Mr. Chetan Bhagat!


Finally the wait was over. The prolonged delay in the publication of my part-2 graduation exams had all the students on tenterhooks. But August 22, 2008 brought all end to all the wait and restlessness that was going beyond the joke for the students. A sense of frustration and restlessness had enveloped the psyche of the students due to the delay in the publication of the results. But today all such things were done and dusted with. It was celebration time!

But a tinge of disappointed writ large on the faces of quite a few students. A regular scene on a result day, isn’t it! Count me first in the list of such students. I was not exactly disheartened but yes was a little disappointed. I was not losing sleep over the fact the others had scored more than me and I was lagging at the lower rung of the rank table. The disappointment was by and large due to the fact that my efforts did not yield me the desired result. The result did not do justice to the effort I had put in to prepare for the exams. And mind you, it’s just not the numbers I’m talking about. Whether I stand 1st, 2nd or 3rd, I care two hoots about this position game. But yes the output should complement the input given. Sadly, it did not happen in my case.

The disappointment level was all the more disturbing considering the fact that a few ‘blessed’ people( read ‘people with contacts and lobbying privileges’) who would be worse than a ‘Paanchvi Fail’ were sitting high on the ranks table. Talent once again lost out to lobbying and unethical habits of the people in power. But here I would like to congratulate my dear friend Abhishek who topped the charts. He deserves every bit of the success and praise that’s bestowed on him. You truly deserves all this mate!! Congrats!

Anyways, a disappointed Chandan was parented and helped to get over that disappointed by none other than Mr. Chetan Bhagat, the gr8 writer and author of 3 bestsellers--- Five Point Someone, One Night@the call center and The 3 Mistakes of My Life. I’m sure u must be finding it tough to buy this claim of mine that how can a busy and not easily accessible person like Chetan Bhagat come to my aid? Well, he did come! But in the form of an interview article. In the interview, Mr. Bhagat had spoken about things that happens or will happen with all of us. His words really changed my perception towards life. This is what helped me win over the ghosts of dejection and disappointments------
(Chetan Bhagat’s blog Excerpts:---------------

Good Morning everyone and thank you for giving me this chance to speak to you. This day is about you. You, who have come to this college, leaving the comfort of your homes (or in some cases discomfort), to become something in your life. I am sure you are excited. There are few days in human life when one is truly elated. The first day in college is one of them. When you were getting ready today, you felt a tingling in your stomach. What would the auditorium be like, what would the teachers be like, who are my new classmates - there is so much to be curious about. I call this excitement, the spark within you that makes you feel truly alive today. Today I am going to talk about keeping the spark shining. Or to put it another way, how to be happy most, if not all the time.
Where do these sparks start? I think we are born with them. My 3-year old twin boys have a million sparks. A little Spiderman toy can make them jump on the bed. They get thrills from creaky swings in the park. A story from daddy gets them excited. They do a daily countdown for birthday party – several months in advance – just for the day they will cut their own birthday cake.
I see students like you, and I still see some sparks. But when I see older people, the spark is difficult to find. That means as we age, the spark fades. People whose spark has faded too much are dull, dejected, aimless and bitter. Remember Kareena in the first half of Jab We Met vs the second half? That is what happens when the spark is lost. So how to save the spark?
Imagine the spark to be a lamp’s flame. The first aspect is nurturing - to give your spark the fuel, continuously. The second is to guard against storms.
To nurture, always have goals. It is human nature to strive, improve and achieve full potential. In fact, that is success. It is what is possible for you. It isn’t any external measure - a certain cost to company pay package, a particular car or house.
Most of us are from middle class families. To us, having material landmarks is success and rightly so. When you have grown up where money constraints force everyday choices, financial freedom is a big achievement.
But it isn’t the purpose of life. If that was the case, Mr Ambani would not show up for work. Shah Rukh Khan would stay at home and not dance anymore. Steve Jobs won’t be working hard to make a better iPhone, as he sold Pixar for billions of dollars already. Why do they do it? What makes them come to work everyday?
They do it because it makes them happy. They do it because it makes them feel alive. Just getting better from current levels feels good. If you study hard, you can improve your rank. If you make an effort to interact with people, you will do better in interviews. If you practice, your cricket will get better. You may also know that you cannot become Tendulkar, yet. But you can get to the next level. Striving for that next level is important.
Nature designed with a random set of genes and circumstances in which we were born. To be happy, we have to accept it and make the most of nature’s design. Are you? Goals will help you do that.

I must add, don’t just have career or academic goals. Set goals to give you a balanced, successful life. I use the word balanced before successful. Balanced means ensuring your health, relationships, mental peace are all in good order.
There is no point of getting a promotion on the day of your breakup. There is no fun in driving a car if your back hurts. Shopping is not enjoyable if your mind is full of tensions.
You must have read some quotes - Life is a tough race, it is a marathon or whatever. No, from what I have seen so far, life is one of those races in nursery school. Where you have to run with a marble in a spoon kept in your mouth. If the marble falls, there is no point coming first. Same with life, where health and relationships are the marble. Your striving is only worth it if there is harmony in your life. Else, you may achieve the success, but this spark, this feeling of being excited and alive, will start to die.
One last thing about nurturing the spark - don’t take life seriously. One of my yoga teachers used to make students laugh during classes. One student asked him if these jokes would take away something from the yoga practice. The teacher said - don’t be serious, be sincere. This quote has defined my work ever since. Whether its my writing, my job, my relationships or any of my goals. I get thousands of opinions on my writing everyday. There is heaps of praise, there is intense criticism. If I take it all seriously, how will I write? Or rather, how will I live? Life is not to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? It’s ok, bunk a few classes, goof up a few interviews, fall in love. We are people, not programmed devices.
I’ve told you three things - reasonable goals, balance and not taking it too seriously that will nurture the spark. However, there are four storms in life that will threaten to completely put out the flame. These must be guarded against. These are disappointment, frustration, unfairness and loneliness of purpose.
Disappointment will come when your effort does not give you the expected return. If things don’t go as planned or if you face failure. Failure is extremely difficult to handle, but those that do come out stronger. What did this failure teach me? is the question you will need to ask. You will feel miserable. You will want to quit, like I wanted to when nine publishers rejected my first book. Some IITians kill themselves over low grades – how silly is that? But that is how much failure can hurt you.
But it’s life. If challenges could always be overcome, they would cease to be a challenge. And remember - if you are failing at something, that means you are at your limit or potential. And that’s where you want to be.
Disappointment’s cousin is frustration, the second storm. Have you ever been frustrated? It happens when things are stuck. This is especially relevant in India. From traffic jams to getting that job you deserve, sometimes things take so long that you don’t know if you chose the right goal. After books, I set the goal of writing for Bollywood, as I thought they needed writers. I am called extremely lucky, but it took me five years to get close to a release.
Frustration saps excitement, and turns your initial energy into something negative, making you a bitter person. How did I deal with it? A realistic assessment of the time involved – movies take a long time to make even though they are watched quickly, seeking a certain enjoyment in the process rather than the end result – at least I was learning how to write scripts , having a side plan – I had my third book to write and even something as simple as pleasurable distractions in your life - friends, food, travel can help you overcome it. Remember, nothing is to be taken seriously. Frustration is a sign somewhere, you took it too seriously.
Unfairness - this is hardest to deal with, but unfortunately that is how our country works. People with connections, rich dads, beautiful faces, pedigree find it easier to make it – not just in Bollywood, but everywhere. And sometimes it is just plain luck. There are so few opportunities in India, so many stars need to be aligned for you to make it happen. Merit and hard work is not always linked to achievement in the short term, but the long term correlation is high, and ultimately things do work out. But realize, there will be some people luckier than you.
In fact, to have an opportunity to go to college and understand this speech in English means you are pretty darn lucky by Indian standards. Let’s be grateful for what we have and get the strength to accept what we don’t. I have so much love from my readers that other writers cannot even imagine it. However, I don’t get literary praise. It’s ok. I don’t look like Aishwarya Rai, but I have two boys who I think are more beautiful than her. It’s ok. Don’t let unfairness kill your spark.
Finally, the last point that can kill your spark is isolation. As you grow older you will realize you are unique. When you are little, all kids want Ice cream and Spiderman. As you grow older to college, you still are a lot like your friends. But ten years later and you realize you are unique. What you want, what you believe in, what makes you feel, may be different from even the people closest to you. This can create conflict as your goals may not match with others. . And you may drop some of them. Basketball captains in college invariably stop playing basketball by the time they have their second child. They give up something that meant so much to them. They do it for their family. But in doing that, the spark dies. Never, ever make that compromise. Love yourself first, and then others.
There you go. I’ve told you the four thunderstorms - disappointment, frustration, unfairness and isolation. You cannot avoid them, as like the monsoon they will come into your life at regular intervals. You just need to keep the raincoat handy to not let the spark die.
I welcome you again to the most wonderful years of your life. If someone gave me the choice to go back in time, I will surely choose college. But I also hope that ten years later as well, you eyes will shine the same way as they do today. That you will Keep the Spark alive, not only through college, but through the next 2,500 weekends. And I hope not just you, but my whole country will keep that spark alive, as we really need it now more than any moment in history. And there is something cool about saying - I come from the land of a billion sparks.
Thank You.