Success, people believe is serendipity, which is often in some convoluted manner a product of circumstance. While endeavor and focus are pavement material, the road is often travelled by factors beyond the perceivable laws of navigation. Many a mute Milton, an unrecognized Einstein or a drowned Darwin leaves without making an impact or telling the story.
Writers, Scholars often acknowledge the assistance of teammates and colleagues who have helped and aided their journey to the victory stand. I have a different list, my bibliography is different.
I too started from the log cabin and to me the White House is still a building in Begumpet. I too have slept looking up at stars and drifted into ambitious dreams; I too have looked at milestones and tied up my shoe laces.
The other day someone declared that my journey is over, I saw a bird fly up in the air and its bouyance reminded me that I need to keep flying. The prophets of doom have written me off, it shall be my pleasure to prove them wrong. Big victories don’t have early finishes. If life is a magnum opus, dramatic moments are bound to be its part. Life with me is not a short story. It is not a simple tale with a twist in the tail. It’s a novel full of novelty, strife and challenge.
To those unnamed in my bibliography and to those who have just passed me away, to those who have seen me off, and to those who are agnostic of my promise, I can only quote the poem
To those who have pushed me, thank you.
Without you, I wouldn’t have fallen.
To those who have laughed at me, thank you.
Without you, I wouldn’t have cried.
To those who just couldn’t love me, thank you.
Without you, I wouldn’t have known real love.
To those of you who hurt my feelings, thank you.
Without you, I wouldn’t have felt them.
To those of you who left me lonely, thank you.
Without you, I wouldn’t have discovered myself.
But, to those who thought I couldn’t do it,
it is to you I thank the most because without you, I wouldn’t have tried.