I grew up, often envying those personalities,
the ones who so proudly stood on the stages,
beaming wide grins, full of honour and dignity;
Wondering, if I could ever be one of those pioneers.
Not for the laurels they achieved.
Not for the extolments they received.
But, to be proud of myself.
To feel what a win is.
And unfortunately, I became none of them.
We are the 9-to-5 people, entrapped in our perplexed routines,
frustrated by the complexity of our too-ordinary lives,
and the extraordinary wrecking of our dreams.
We talk to ourselves and give interviews to the walls.
We practice our Filmfare acceptance speeches in front of our dressing tables,
holding out our comb to the world,
shewing them our grand achievement.
Our rock-concerts take place inside our bathrooms,
with our showerheads, our imported mics.
Only our locked bedroom doors know our crazy dance moves.
Those inanimate mirrors on our walls,
reflect back the audience, cheering and awaiting eagerly,
just for us to perform, (not minding, even though, both look the same).
However, maybe you don't know this yet,
But YOU are winning!
You pulled off the presentation at 11:30 am
that you didn't think you could,
because you just didn't want to make it out of bed,
as you were already 46 minutes late.
So you skipped your breakfast that you wished you didn't
and put double the amount of perfume, than you generally do.
You made your way to the office after; almost picking an argument with the rickshaw wala
and the terrifically terrible thirty minutes of traffic.
But YOU pulled it off!
So clench your fist real hard and pump the air.
Your boss doesn't need to pat your back.
Your colleagues may not know the impossible deal you managed to crack.
Your friends may not even have an idea of what extents you went through before you reached home.
BUT YOU SHOULD!
Because for some of us,
Surviving is Winning.
Winning is Surviving.