Lose and Loser...

If I could, I would have loved to carve out a replica of Taare Zameen Par. Or probably something as a parallax to it. But this was however, the best I could pull off. So who is really the loser; the one standing on the pinnacle, the pinnacle of the under ground, of the losers? One who knows what he desires from his life and has the incredible brains to formulate a plan up to his destiny; or the one who doesn’t, but has the most powerful of the fantasizing powers of coming up with something humongous in the near future. I still stand clueless towards the definition of the species belonging to “L” world. And in accordance to my exploits, I pulled off two seeds that can in fact germinate the perfect contrast of working out the conclusion of the experiment. So we got one person who does KNOW what he wants out of his life, is exercising with all his might, plus, is all over the place fanning his wings on so many other things. Ignores nothing, acceptance seems to be the flavour of the season. A mammoth score of fends on every list of his - be it facebook, orkut, the phone lists, or anything else. And the other side of the world exuberates something completely contradictory. A person who is currently nothing to be called upon the stage for. A perfect example of a ‘student’ in actual terms - just slogging with his college life, probably trying to get along with his studies, cramming the hefty books scripted by the authors who contemplate themselves to be no lesser than Einstein! The roots are in fact restricted to just one branch, hasn’t really kept his chin up when it came to exhibiting the exuberance of his talent. But the attitude doesn’t push him down. Fascinates all day about making it big, having a space that runs on his own rules, a place where the sun shines and sets in accordance to the timelines he lays out. Vulnerable towards speculating what the future has tanked up for him, gets along easily to clear the coast for his fascinations to run freely. But then, I came across another fragment that held the filaments that were obnoxiously different. Obnoxious because the intolerance levels were switched on to a ghastly portrayal. He doesn’t really care about the ground he’s standing on right now. Even doesn’t throw any concerns towards the renovation of his tracks; however, he dreams to imperialize the territory that firstly leaves everyone fascinated, and secondly is completely spellbinding. But is he really justified - for a mere spectator watching this play come to life in a theater, its bound to be crap. Now why would anyone want to have a grueling judder on the track he has lay his foundation on, and then pour in a boulder of something extra! Instead of ignoring what can definitely get him to the house of wealth, fame and apparently life he’s introspecting something that MAY OR MAY NOT have a scintillating effect in his life. Once again, is he justified? More importantly, are the people encapsulating his verve worthy to see this? Even that person doesn’t really know the dreams and fascinations that he’s been knitting over the past recent years would buy him anything. However, what if I say the foundation track (we just spoke about) was apparent handcuffed exercise (not entirely!!) and the latter one was the intended one! Introspecting the length and amount of words contributed towards all the three sections, its certainly sure what the person (who has scripted this) is like. Probably I know myself a lot!! It may not be a claim for being a loser - or wanting to be one - but still there are so many inhibitions that actually force you to fall in line with the contrary. Yes, you do fascinate to count yourselves among the big names, but cannot help yourself until the assets are all cooked up. Not that you do not possess the resources, but they’re all stuck up in the web of your nerves. And probably you’re asked to get them matured before breathing life into them. Now what do you do? You wait…conspicuously? The conflict between time and your tolerance has turned itself into the Armageddon, and you still cannot help it! The platform you’re hunting for with every currency of desperation lunging forward hasn’t been renovated, but yet again, you cannot help it! Once again, you wait? Annoyance and vexation, followed by perplexing lexis (as the readers of this column would have bound their limbs by) is all you can purchase. But really, are you still the loser. For the present, probably you are, and as for the future’s call, well you’re not sure! But all fingers and toes are crossed! Circumspect it to be the most bitter tonic you have to gulp in (with nothing else to opt for) to let the perfect sneak out come to terms with you. Now the judder of this phase is completely stoned. You’re thrashed hard onto the rocks (by you yourself!), claiming to be living a disaster of a life, succumbed to jealousy when getting on with inspirational movies, or a few numbers that sing out success and how it took people to accomplish crawl up to the summit. Fascinations augmented, arrogance personified…what else can you ask for? People who score aces in their mid terms and finals have ignorance wrapped up as a present for themselves - and the card reads the sender’s name as yours! So what is all of it? A lost out battle?