Race to the bottom.

Failure - the quotidian feature of my life.

Ofcourse it might be argued that one may begin to feel a touch of pessimism ,but, if you set aside the prism of optimism , you’ll open to up the black hole of hopelessness – my life.

This loss of hope comes not just because of the rejection by every major b-aschool in the country for the 2nd successive year but more because of the way they put it.
“This performance of yours is not a complete indicator of your full potential.However, we thank you for your interest in …….”

Now I am not eternally damning myself but it’s a hardnosed reality which I not so proudly embrace.

Now while all this was happening the Man of La Mancha , momentarily obscured by silence descends on and decides to play escapist by going to what Atlantean quotes as Awwwesome!

Not that I always go to movies on his behest but inspite of Abhishek Bachchan and Aishwarya Alladi’s presence , I was still awaiting ‘Aye Hairathe’ to bring on the brief moment when one becomes disengaged from life and time stands still as a long stretch of dreams fly past and I can sense the glistening drops of dew on verdant grass , tall pines swaying to the melody and a cloud of colours blinding you …..but …..but….

A new current of dark something engulfs every thing and your mind shouts…..
Beat ‘em …Beat ‘em ….
Tomatoes …Tomatoes…
Ban the movie….

I try to recreate every moment again but an overarching feeling of condemnation destroys everything. Only a refreshing cup of chai and Alladi manage to save the day.