I was the least
competitive of all the kids I grew up with. My aunts and the friends of my parents were
very happy with my existence as I had proven that I was never going to overachieve or be a
competition to their children. I have nurtured this wonderful attribute and continued being the same.
My day mostly
starts with counting the hours up to when I can go back to sleep again. My
resolutions are mostly to stop some annoying habit or to reach a certain level
in Angry Birds. It NEVER consists of anything productive. It is ironic to say
this being in IT field, as my core skill requires frequent updating. However I
have a PhD in the art of procrastination. If any one of you systematic and
prompt people out there needs any tips on the 7 habits of highly lethargic people,
I can give you a free trial speech… possibly two weeks later.
I am not in the race to look prettiest (as if I could be in that race lol ), to get promoted or to be the best in whatever I do. When
I look around I can see people in a desperate attempt to climb up the corporate
ladder. Well I am not judging anyone, being proactive is cool but you can also
work hard in silence and not yell from rooftop if you work extra hours. I see
some kids getting very serious about winning prizes for games at birthday parties.
What happened to just participating and having fun?
So we were at a hotel in Munnar
on New Years Eve. The hotel restaurant had arranged a gala dinner which had a
variety of food and drinks. There were games, songs and dances through the
night. One of the many games was the most annoying classic, The Musical chair.
The introvert in me found the darkest corner of the party and set up camp
there. As I was comfortably settling in the dark minding my own business, some
hotel staff started games for ladies. I tried my best to be polite by accepting
the offer to participate (and boycott later of course). The staff had other
plans though. I gave up my cozy corner and reluctantly went upto the stage where the musical chair began for women. I was casually walking around chairs (murmuring
and swearing under my breath) like a retarded jobless female when suddenly the
lady behind me stepped on my feet. I turned around and she said Sorry. I said ‘it’s
okay’, but deep inside I was contemplating the torture I was undergoing by
leaving a peaceful place only to come to the limelight and be kicked by random
strangers. The lady kept kicking me atleast eight to ten times and each time I
noticed that she was madly calculating the chairs as the music played. She was
playing this game as if her life depended on it and hence ignored the pain she
was causing to people behind and in front of her. She was crazily keeping one
step forward for each chair!
Yes you can cheat in musical
chair also. These are the type of obsessive women one should stay far away from.
These are the mothers whose children can’t handle failure, breakups or
rejection because they were taught that they HAVE TO win. Be it a lottery or a
lucky draw that gives balloons as prizes, they should win by hook or by crook.
Little do they realize that at the end of day, they are cheating, lying, making more enemies than friends and are being dangerously cunning.
Well I left the game soon enough
.This feet-crusher lady dint win either, and I had an extra drink to celebrate
her loss. I owed it to my toes, my poor toes.
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I have come across people who
have no sense of tune, voluntarily singing at events just for a
participation prize. The collective eardrums and sanity of the audience are tested. Music is insulted. Further still, some
"singers" at parties have made me want to cry and go to office – imagine how bad that would have
been.
It is still okay to live and let
live. Not all prizes need to be won. Not all talents are gifted to us. Even in
the midst of cut throat competition, we have our space, our unique identity, something
about us that cannot be replaced by anyone. Believe in that.
Believe in YOU.
