“Meetkv” – doesn’t ring a bell of any house, instrument or animal’s neck. It’s an ordinary, lost in the bites, e-age login ID. I made it and none met me. Its my net ego and has the same fate as my self ego. Its there everywhere, yet, no where. I realize, its all about timing.
It began long back when I was just KV. I lost the big school as my primary was not a recognized school. The batch before me was recognized and their looks told me that they have made it to Harvards. My parents felt it… its all about timing.
When math had just started getting tougher, in my brave attempt I scored 87. Walked with a swollen chest to my dad and returned with a sulking face. My elder bro was before me with 98 on his card. I could have still hit the ball with gusto had I realized that the comparison should have been with his 4th class marks and not 7th class. Just when Maths got tougher he made only 72. I screwed up my formula… but was too young to realize… its all about timing.
Just when the biggie one made it to engineering I was chasing a writer’s dream. Rest in the house were busy chasing it out of my mind. They wanted me to be what they couldn’t be. Had to take up commerce and study it too as I was expected not to disappoint the legacy of no failure in the family. Barely had I passed, they were ready to make me a banker. I rebelled, broke the traditions, jumped the house and became an ad guy. Was just standing on my feet, when the economy decided to sit and it sat on my fate. No one was interested to make ads. No one was interested to hire me. Desperation brought me to e-education to e-world to e-service and en-route was born my e-identity - meetkv. I thought here I am and I will let my e-ego do what I couldn’t do. When I looked at the bitestone I realized I am far behind and many have already made it to the zenith.
I was grown up and I had to pinch myself and tell “Bloody hell… its all about timing.”
It takes 95% of luck and 5% of fate to strike it right. I realized for the first one I am a bankrupt and there aren’t any credit cards for it. The second one is like a floating piece of wood from a sunken ship and I am just clinging to it. In mid-sea, on a wooden plank, waiting for rescue, you don’t have right or wrong time. You just have time.
4 comments:
Very aptly put and I echo your sentiments. Sometimes even I wish I was born rich instead of handsome.
If you had a dream of becoming a writer, I think you should unleash yourself here and write more often.
Looking forward for some optimistic or comical reading.
Cheers! ;)
Mehul... win the early bird prize...! That would be... a good snap of Gibraltar... which I took while clinging to the log.
Ok coming to your timing... you were atleast better in one place!
Indu... thanks for that extra push... I guess I need to really come out of the cuckoon of lethargy that i have built around myself and do what i couldnt do.
Trust me the cuckoon is cracking!
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