Sometimes while looking at the mirror a reflection dawns upon us which is not just our physical appearance. It’s not always our lips, our hair, our face or our eyes that we see. Its much deeper than that. Its our soul that we catch a glimpse of. Its a simple equation: Man can run away from love,believe,truth,passions but never quite from his own self. This notorious piece of instrument can show all the tarnish and dirt that are slowly decaying our soul. Quite an unpleasant sight,indeed!
A few days back I sat for the very first company of my life and got rejected in the first round itself. Things would have stood quite normal at their respective places had it not been my close friends who not only cleared the first hurdle but ended up getting the job. It’s a natural instinct in human beings to get jealous and uncomfortable seeing other people succeed, most importantly people closest to you!
Sadly, I looked at myself at the goddamn mirror and saw a stooped failed figure, staring right back at me. It pointed at me in disgust. It laughed at me! It mocked at me and showed how my friends had outshone me and made a fool out of me.
It reflected upon me how I had dashed the hopes of my parents and people close to me.
So convincing were the words of this image that I started to hate my successful friends and most importantly myself.
My parents started filling me with the encouraging words of “wisdom” ;told me to never lose hope. My sister motivated me and tried to cheer me up. Some of my close friends gave me prospects of a bright future and “persuaded” me to believe in myself. Naturally, I discarded them. I preferred to sit in delirium within the confinements of my room, refusing to interact with anyone. Before I knew, this figure started to straighten up day by day. The virus that this spirit had unleashed upon my soul had started to eat it up. My soul had been contaminated with hatred,disgust,jealousy and spite. Yes, I was turning to a filth!
Suddenly, something strange happened one day!
Maybe,it was the turn of events or the twist of fate, I realized that the spirit I was staring was the devil himself, growing stronger with all the negativeness I was imbibing. My hatred was making it stand. My disgust was filling it with blood.My jealousy was making it healthy. My spite was making it real.
I was scared! That was not me! I was never like that! How could I have been so mean?
I decided not to make this thing any more strong.The words of my parents,sister and friends echoed in my ears.
The priceless experience taught by my parents started to break its spine. Yes, afterall it was just my first company..many more possibilities lay ahead. The cheerfulness of my sister’s stories brought the smile back on my lips. This new surge in my spirit sucked the strength out from the devil. The motivation and love of my friends rekindled my passion and made the evil spirit crawl back to its dark cave!
I am determined once again..I will rise…I will be victorious…I will not let the faith of my parents,sister and friends die..Life will give me more opportunities. Maybe,I will succeed in some.Maybe I will fail in some. But it is going to make me more stronger.
Failure is that sour potion that makes success taste even more sweet!
My Parents (Experience counts!).
My Sister (“It’s not the end of the world!”..sure!).
The Two Lovely Ladies ( “Gorgeous” your crackle won’t go waste and “Trance” you will always be my good-luck charm!).
The Fat and The lanky ( awesomeness is unbeatable!).