Dear Diary,
There are medals for a good CGPA. The President and Director give them away under their name every year. There are no medals for being a good guy. But yet you feel compelled to do the unwritten job. Never assigned to you by the same scribes who decide the gold medalists but realized for reasons that you can not spell out explicitly yourself. It’s not ‘ You won’t.’ It is ‘You can’t.’ And you do them. You fall prey to them every now and then you do them. And you reap the results too. But the world is very objective. A shelf full of trophies is coveted more than a good night’s sleep and being able to see yourself in the mirror. And what’s more, they won’t recognize you for doing the job, for being the good guy, for understanding the duties and carrying them out, sometimes at the expense of the trophies. They won’t remember you. You are not on the ‘list.’ You are not the one whose smug face will appear in the city edition of the national newspaper. You are the one whose face will fade away.
But you do it. Because the medal sells cheap at the five and dime in Kalyanpur. But the other thing can’t be sold. It remains with you, forever. No one can take that away and there’s a reason why they don’t give medals for it. No medal can represent it in its entirety. Only you can. And so you must. You must do the unwritten job. You might fail, be ridiculed or end up a loser. But you must do it because what you CAN do, you MUST!
My apologies to my parents. My apologies to my peers. Never did I see people who loved trophies so much. My apologies to myself, I lost the mirror. My apologies to the world. Fuck you! Fuck you very much!
My tributes to Rippan and the MCB that was published by McGraw Hill. They cared to talk about him: the one who would CRY for those who had stopped crying, thinking that it was of no use.
Onion
What prompts this? Am I out of context?
I think I know what prompts this, in a vague way. Of course, I don’t know the particular incident but after knowing what kind of person you are, I can well imagine what all you would have to face in life. Best of luck, dost, and remember — there is at least one person sitting in some corner of the world who really appreciates what you are. And he knows plenty more who do.
And CGPA? Apne yahan CPI hota hai yaar. Kuchh to pride rakho apne inti mein.
I am not sure that I understand you fully, because we are very different persons..I guess I am much more selfish than you are. Just a thing about “if you can do it, you must do it.” – that has never worked out for me, because I can never find the motivation. For me it’s more like, “if you want to do it, and you can do it, you must do it.” But even then the must is not that important to me – the world can average itself out, I don’t care. I can live or die, burn or fade, it doesn’t matter.
In the end, it boils down to choice, what is more important to you, what makes you feel better – getting good grades, justifying your talent, or doing good deeds sacrificing your grades, and making the world a better place. But remember that whichever of the two you have chosen, you are much better placed than the people who have taken the third choice, wasting their time.
Gita path karo, ye sab to likha hi hua hai usme
. kisko bata raha hoon, tum to jaante hi ho ye sab. But yeah, there are people who do appreciate what you do or what you have done. But that should not matter, as long as you feel happy with what you are doing, as long as your heart tells you to do what you’re doing. Are you happy?
Oh, wee laddy didn’t get a medal! Poor poor lad. Does he want it? If he doesn’t, why is he cribbing about it? If you don’t give a damn, you don’t give a damn. You don’t go out and tell the world that you don’t give a damn. It is not to tell you that what you are doing is wrong, more so, it is to tell you that be happy with what you are doing, irrespective of what people, whoever they may be, think. It again doesn’t mean that you alienate those who expected a lot from you. Be happy and keep them happy. There are many more reasons, more heart rendering than this one, that will make you cry in future. Save your whining for those.
Somebody give him a candy.
@Chaachi
Yo!
Had a chat about CRY with people (parents/friends). The discussions invariably turned to what we should be doing and what is important at the moment et cetera et cetera. This is the context.
@Vinod
Naah! I guess you are interpreting the same way as his/her excellency the Trapezium.
@Trapezium
Dear friend,
Do you even know Rippan? Or anything about CRY? Do you even know the context I am writing in? I think children who have no sure future, no security, who are forced to beg and who end up in the abyss of Indian ghettos are enough reason to cry about. So I don’t think I need to save my whining for future. And yes, have the guts to at least reveal yourself. What? Afraid? Then keep your rantings to yourself. Who knows something might bite.
To drop in a favorite cliche snippet…
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
In case you are wondering, looks like YOU are the one speaking this, to the world.
Cheerio.
Yeah, whatever.
stopped to see our Mr. Presi’s new site. Good one, hope now you will be a regular blogger.
see ya