DAY 1909
Lonavala, in rain and Cloud, July 7, 2013 Sun 11:18 PM
You wish at times … you desire the wishes to come true … you strive that it does … work at it, and find ways to accomplish what that wish meant to you … and what you desired does not fructify ! You sit stunned, frustrated, in shock at times, depleted of all energy and will, deflated … thinking yourself to be of inferior metal, of not in the league of those that do accomplish.
You blame yourself and your destiny. You consider the unfairness the world and life has shown to you. You become silent and embarrassed, frightened to face the outside world, of expectant taunts, of vile comment detrimental to your very existence. All seems lost in despondency, worthlessness. An inferiority builds and once allowed to climb, creeper like into your psyche, dresses itself up in fancy unnoticed costume, so that recognition is scarce or none at all ….
One can humanly live in the morass of such existence … in the slush and in the mud of decrepit self pity, cursory, inflamed and without hope …
OR … one can break free from it all and live … live with the confident appeal of fulfilling all that one had encountered during the fall …
This a good attitude and one that I rate higher than the effort and pain one undergoes, to achieve sustained success. Getting to the desired success is tough, but remaining in the same room is a lot more difficult ..
We all wish for the best … for its achievement .. its enduring quality … and I hope that this is possible for all … but if it is not, despondency is not the call of the hour. There shall always be limits to each one of us … maybe our limit was reached … to breach it, one would require that unfettered strength and belief .. it shall come, but it is indeed a mighty effort .. if one is prepared to accept it, well and good .. but even if one is not, it cannot be termed as shameful or worthy of severe cynical criticism ..
Reserve that cynicism for the under achievers, who never try, but remain in contention only because they dwell in the largesse of pitiable and degenerate act and thought …
Their reading of time and life shall always be limited. To them perhaps the evaluation of that missed moment, is a cipher, one that they believe has no value at all .. I would wish for them a pleasant existence, for they know not what in reality is the meaning of their belief .. That is a pitiable condition !
A redefinition is desperately needed for their dictionary … or an abandonment … they cannot be welcomed among the wise and worthy .. for they shall meet their end in the circumstances that prevail for them - not the most comfortable time table, I would implore !
Dwelling time on them then, is equally a wastage of this much preserved energy that those who have understood exist in … good bye dear ones … you shall always be dear, but dearer in context .. !!
The British Isles erupt in a jubilation locked and sealed for most of 77 years, in the victory of their lad in the Wimbledon Final .. Andy Murray shall be decorated, mushed and lauded over, for having brought meaning again to the strains of ‘Rule Britannia’ !! He played the better game today against an old adversary Djokovic and won .. he promised himself that he would and he did. It was I believe his promise, and in that promise came the will and the desire and the relentless effort to succeed …
His wish along with the wishes of an entire nation willed it beyond his talent to achieve, what he and they believed he deserved .. and so it came to pass. His disappointment last year at the same venue, washed away in his own tears, along with those of his near, gave him the will this year to succeed … but what an effort he had to put in, compelled and driven by an entire stadium of his countrymen, gathered to encourage another historic chapter in making.
In the arena of the Center Court, he was alone with his talent .. the encouragement came from without, but the determination came from within … it always does .. and it always shall … without error or change …
Yes he won .. and handsomely too, down at times to an impossible degree .. but the wish, the desire, the effort and the call of destiny propelled him on to push ahead .. and so he did ..
BUT … I like to sit by the vanquished, his still unmoving demeanour his thoughts of where he made error, of his own wishes and desires, and his spirit and promises … and most importantly, that inner voice which most achievers quiver with - 'I shall not give in so rapidly, so tamely, so despondently. I shall return and will it to make effort to win … win again from the same victor’ …
That to me makes a champion ..
May we all become champions of our respective causes .. accept the defeat, live in its ignominy and emerge finally with the added strength of having demolished the demons that had overwhelmed us all …
Love and spirit …
Amitabh Bachchan
