Fear of Failure, Sensation of Success

Wassup pal !!   It’s your buoy Sid, welcoming you to yet another fresh blog of mine!  Hope you’re doing fine. This blog, right here, is an insanely delayed one. It was meant to be written a good two months back, but the lazy, silly creature I am, I kept it delaying more and more. Nevertheless, finally it’s here! With the hopes of more consistency from this one onwards, writing about something that I have been experiencing lately for the past few days. Fear of Failure. Sensation of success.

We are all humans. Therefore, by the very virtue of being humans, it is only justified that we meet success & failure as loyal friends almost every day in our daily life. We are simply defined by our successes, and defamed for our failures. Obviously, people tend to judge us based on how successful we are, and they have all the reasons in the world justifying the cliche. But this piece of text, is not about that. As we grow up, rather evolve, the meaning of success changes for us. So, does the meaning of failures. What may seem to be a failure for the world, might be a success for you. And what might seem as nothing to others may hurt you to the core; translating to a failure. The point is, others do not know your journey, so they can judge all they want, but it does not change the meaning of an outcome for you. For the last few days, I have been going through a lot of bittersweet experiences, which I wanted to share with you. The bottom line for me, of the past few experiences is that I feel I have evolved from what I used to be before them. So, I felt like sharing them with you. A lot has happened since the last blog! Celebrated Diwali. Reunited with old friends. Scored horribly in an exam – still passed 😛 . Scored better than expectations in some – still dunno what’ll happen . Celebrated birthday. So many wishes. So many greetings. All kinds of creepy photographs and messages. The good life. Gratified. Recently revisited my old place with college friends on a road trip. The thud of the bikes. The camaraderie of companions. The lovely landscapes. The Wind trying to stop you. And then failing. The chilly winter gusts. You overcoming their challenges. Reliving the old memories. Reviving the nostalgia. Creating some insane memories.

While these things don’t seem significant, and for many they even might not be, but when you introspect, my friend, you will find that it is these small things that impart in you the sense of success. The voices of your friends. The remembrance from the people who know you. The old memories you relive. The new ones you create. The celebrations. The people you love. The ones you want to be with. The ones who want to be with you. You try as hard as you can, to be a part of it all. It is these small things in life that define your success (or your failure) as a person in life. “Who will cry when you die ?” can be a great defining question. To put it into perspective, if you succeed daily, you will succeed ultimately is the mantra. And the failures in between, are only the stepping stones for bigger successes to come.

As a person, your biggest fear that people might forget you, and that’s what drives you to go the extra mile. That’s what motivates you to give that 1.01 instead of 0.99 every day. That fear of failure. And when you overcome it, all you are left with is, that sensation of success.

Do Svidania. ❤

Peace. 🤙

Happy Christmas 🎅  Happy New Year. 🎉

Just another day in the college.

Bonjour, Hola, Ni Hao, and a very warm welcome to the most wonderful and amazing reader in the world. Well I know there has been a huge time lag between this blog & the last one, and in the mean time you might have forgot about the existence of any such blog (no offences intended), but I literally had been really busy with college, studies, and stuff. Now last semester was one heck of an adventure but meanwhile, I had a bit of adventure with my pointer too, so I decided to devote a bit more time to studies & organised my priorities accordingly. But now, the college has rewarded this creepy lil species called “Engineers” with a rare period of holidays (I would have liked the word ‘endangered’ instead, but Sunday is still a saviour). 😃

As I already mentioned, it’s vacation time and hence I got some time free from studies, so, decided to write a blog. To be honest, it has only been 3 days since the commencement of holidays, and I have already started getting super-bored. Therefore, I finally decided to address the “Life of a Mechanical Engineer” conundrum during college. Your version can differ from mine, but guess what, it’s my blog. Not Yours. Want your version to be published ? Start your own Goddamn Blog.

But, but, before starting this article, I would like to thank a certain someone, who via the revolution called “Sarahah” had left a message for me : “Your blog is amazing!! Keep it up!!😄😄. ” Angels like you motivate me keep writing what I have in my Heart. Thanks a lot. I wish I could know your name, but, anonymous too, is kinda fine, until and unless you keep liking my Blog.

The clock reads 8:00 AM. This is the fourth alarm trying to wake me up from my world of close-eyed dreams. Three alarms of 7:30, 7:45 & 7:55 have failed to wake me up from my slumber & the after 4:00 AM dreams of crush I have finally started getting an idea of the typhoon heading my way. Finally, when the 8:00 dude shows some hopes of success, as I finally decide to answer the pleadings of the mobile phone, with one eye open, and the other begging forgiveness for 5 more minutes, suddenly do I realize that the class is scheduled for 8:00 AM and here I am, lying on my cosy mattress, cursing me for the past 8 hours of non stop wrestle with it.

Somehow I gather the courage & will to get up from bed and hit the washroom. After spending “enough time” there, completing all the chores & bathing etc, finally start dressing for the college. The Clock now reads 8:15. This dude finishes dressing by 8:20 and ultimately reaches the class at 8:30. Half an hour late for the class, already. Fifteen minutes still remain. Fifteen minutes that feel like an hour. Beast Mode : ON. Sherlock Holmes, WHO ? James Bond, WHO ? As soon as the teacher moves towards the green board, I enter the class. With silent steps as you might have seen in the epic Tom and Jerry cartoon. After writing something eerie on the board, he finally turns to take the attendance. Roll Number 154174 : PREEESENNNTT SIIRRRR. Mission attendance : Accomplished.  But something’s still missing. Damn. The assignment !! Where did I keep it ?! “Kal se 6 baje ka alarm lagaunga”. “Roj ka rona hogya hai abb ye”. “Abb nahi saha jaata”. “Baad mein ro lio, phle assignment dhoondle tubelight!!”. Finally after a rigorous examination of the only notebook kept in the bag, I find the piece of paper four-folded, kept somewhere in the middle of it. Now starts the tiki-taka. “Bhai, Assignment paas krdio jra aage”. “ It’s Messi. Messi with the ball. Messi to Xavi. Xavi passes to Iniesta. Iniesta gives a wonder-pass Suarez. Suarez gives a cheeky chip to Neymar. Neymar creates a lovely through ball for Messi again. GOOAAAAALLL”. The little magician has done it again. Mission Assignment : Accomplished. Aaanndd, time up. After a series of lectures over how the  past classes were the ideal students, and how this class has now way with something called “”discipline”, the class finally ends. “Oye agla period kyaa hai ?” *Bhasad*. “Uske agla…” *Duksy*. “Uske baad ?” *Sucks*. “Last period kyaa hai ?” *Engineering Drawing*. “Yarr kyaa paap kie the pichle janam mein !!!” 😒😒

For the next 5-6 hours or so, this routine of interrogation and constant guilt goes on, and the warrior stays grounded in the battle known as Engineering. More sleep with each passing period. More lethargy, with each passing moment. Finally, the icing on the cake arrives. “Engineering drawing”. Just one more period to bear. But wait, this is the final level, right ? The Boss ? This one won’t be easy to kill. THREE HOURS. All you have with you is a collection of differently nomenclatured pencils, an “Imperial sized drawing sheet”, the mini drafter, as a weapon of mass destruction, and an A4 sheet of paper amassing in it a collection of drawings, of whom, you have no idea regarding their past present and future. You cannot hum a song of your choice just for interest’s sake. As soon as the teacher sees you using a common 15 CM scale, he stares at you as if he’s caught you red handed flirting with his daughter. Then he comes towards you and asks, “Ye kyaa hai ?” *Sir, Scale*. Wham. And then he hands over to you two fine pieces of randomly broken scale, which can now only be used as an artifact in the museum of “101 things not to use during Engineering Drawing”. 😤

The only thing that makes life bearable during this hectic day is the species called “Friends”. Or rather, as I like to call them, “Bhai”. 😇😇

“Bhai aaj kyaa laaya hai khaane mein ?”.

*Paneer*.

“Arre to tiffin de naa”.

*Saale Teacher pdha rha hai abhi*.

“Arre tu de naa. Teacher ko pata nhi chalega”.

“Bhai aaj subah subah Bhabhi ko dekha. Dil garden garden hogya. Ekk baat bolu ? Aukaat se baahar hai tere.”.

*FacePalm*. *Inside me : Please don’t stop praising her. Aur ungli kar na. Please. Bhaii nii hai ? Kar naa yarr. I beg of you yarr.* *Same me, Outside : Oyy tameej se. Bhabhi hai teri. Uske baare mein ulti seedhi baatein nahi. *. 😍

Another friend : “Bhabhi to aise bol raha hai, jaise roz 2-2 ghante baat karta ho ye usse phone pe, aur kal hi rishta lekar jaane vala hai uske ghar par.”

*Aaahh. That one hurt. #RealityCheck. * *Fir bhi. Uske baare mein galat baat nahi. Nahi matlab Nahi.* 😠😠😐

I am busy doing an assignment, and crush passes by. Friend be like “Oyy” *Chhapne de naa yarr. Dikh naa rha Assignment kar raha hu*. “Oyy…Oyy…Bhabhi !!” *Kahan ? Kahan ? Dikhaana!!* “Abb kyaa hai, gyi abto”. 😡😡

Aise main bada sakht launda hoon, par yahan main pighal gaya. 😬😅 🤤

In the class, in the middle of the test. “Oyy, batana third ka answer kyaa hai ?

*Shows three fingers.*

“C ? Pakka? “Haa bhaii pakka!”.

After the test, “Oyy tera 8^th question ka answer sahi tha naa ?” *Haa bhaii sahi tha”. After the results, friend be like : “BC tune pura paper mere mein se chhaapa tha. Tere 3 marks zyaada kse aa gye !!!” *Bhaii bachpan se hi talented hu, magar by God ki kasam, kabhi ghamand nahi kiya .* 😎😎

“Bhai teri Workshop ki file ho gayi kyaa ?”

*Kahaa yarr, Welding aur Carpentry rah gayi hai abhi.*

“Aur Electronics lab ??”

*Yarr usme to do practical karne hai. Aur vo master to Viva b lega. Lanka lagni hai aaj to.*

In between all this crying and cursing, we keep fighting this battle of Engineering, like loyal warriors of an army, and yep, we do submit all the files timely and appear in all the vivas with full confidence.

In this manner, our roller-coaster, bittersweet but an awesome day comes to an end, and we finally head towards our homes. A day well spent with friends. A day endlessly tried by the profs to spoil. But we managed to get past it. And we passed it with flying colors in the test called life. In the subject called Engineering. With the lifelines called friends.

And this my friend, is how a Mechanical Engineer spends it’s day in the assembly line called college.

Do let me know in the comments about how you liked this blog and how does your version of the story differ !!

Do Svidania ❤

Peace. 🤙

Our college : Our battleground. Our Assembly line.

Hey everyone. Happy Monday and welcome to this fresh new blog of mine. Now I know the “Happy Monday” thing was a bit contradictory, but hey, cheer up, embrace the fact that you like it or not, Monday is a reality. So better be happy facing the truth 🙂 . Many people might think, what in the damn blog is about the life of Mechanical engineers, for those, I wanna say just one thing : “Wait for a while. It’ll be worth the wait.” Now coming to the blog, I have covered one part of anyone living, the School life, and today let us talk a bit about life post School. The college life. Whatever we dream in our schools, we wish to pursue it in our college days. Playing the guitar, Writing that novel, Clicking those random photographs and thinking you are the best photographer in the world, all the flirting, singing those beautiful songs, alone, (and sometimes in public as well). College is the place where we are made. Rather assembled. Just like a Maybach S63 AMG is manufactured and assembled in the high tech Daimler facility, somewhere down in Germany, we as engineers, rather as individuals are assembled in our colleges, which we all hate deep in our hearts, but when someone else shows the same hatred, we drop bazookas and missiles on them for saying a thing against our college. Life in college is different from anything altogether.  When I watched Rang de Basanti, I was impressed as hell. That movie was the ultimate swag of those days. In the movie Aamir quoted, “ College di gate de is taraf hum life ko nachate hai … te duji taraf life humko nachati hai.” { Translation : “On this side of the college gate we make life to dance … and on the other side of the gate life makes us dance” }

This line speaks ounces about the life in college. The place where you are forged. Into the individuals you become years later. Forged, of knowledge, of innovation, of ideas, of emotions, of grit. Forged by the professors you hate, by the situations all fear to face, by the 9 pointer students you don’t like, by the backlogs you struggle to clear, by the chants of “Next semester phod denge 😤“.   

Now as the singer, the footballer, the writer, the photographer, all sit in one room to clear the semester, thanks to the phenomenon called Engineering, somewhere in between this struggle, they get more inclined towards their passion, which seems the only way out from the pressure, that’s when they discover what they want to pursue in their lives. That’s why we have so many trolls, memes, and Jokes on us floating over the social media. “Engineer can neither be created nor be destroyed. It can only be converted to Bank PO, Writer, Actor, Politician, Singer, blah blah blah”, Remember ? 

Picking from where I left, the college life is the life of choices. And of making mistakes. You have choices. Rather dilemmas. What to choose and what not to choose ? To be or not to be ? CAT or UPSC ? Passion or Career ? Parents or Self  ? Govt or Private ? India or Abroad ? Her or Her ? What if it does not work out ? What if I fail ? What I if make the wrong choice ? The epic “Chaar log kyaa kaehenge” paradox 😦 .

“I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter” 😦

What if such lyrics start making sense at last, suddenly ? { RIP Chester, Thanks for everything. }

But hey, whatever the dilemmas, the confusion, amidst everything, you do have to make a choice. The choice that will define you. Your future. Who you are. Who you can never be. Still, irrespective of all the fears, you have to make a choice, you have to take a chance, so go ahead, it is your chance, give it all you have, and ultimately own your choice. Remember, you only live once. You only live the college life once. You only choose once. So choose wisely, and make sure you justify your choice. And for that, you only have these 3-4 years, called the “College Life”!

So enjoy your college to the fullest and ensure you make the most of it. Learn new things. Play what you want to. Fight, for yourself and for others. Take a stand. Stick to it. Fall in love. Get heartbroken. Hate someone ? Let it be known. Love someone ? Say it. And ya, don’t forget the proxy, coz everyone loves the attendance ❤ .

*Peace*

*S*

 

A trip down memory lane. Last day of School.

Hey everyone, hope you all wonderful people are doing good. Today I wanted to talk a bit about those days of our lives, which probably, no one will forget in his or her entire lifetime. Our school days. For every Mechanical engineer (everyone, to be precise) was a student once. When we gave farewell to our seniors, I remember, I was the host of the function. As far as I remember, I read a quote while searching on Google, “It might be the end of a journey for you, but remember, it is also the beginning of a new one”.At that time, these were mere words, but on the last day of the school, the words were resonating in my ears. This Journey ❤ . Equally beautiful, equally ugly, equally enjoyable, equally forgettable. Lovely. Hateful. Funny. Gloomy. Exciting. Saddening. Whatever you may say, these are the most awesome days of your life. The days when you discover who you are. What you love. What you hate. What you want. What you don’t. The band of brothers. The gang of friends. The people you love to hangout with. The people you hate to see. The Teachers you feel attached to. The ones you love to hate. The Classroom. The Dirty bench. The neighbor’s bag. The ultimate con.  The period bell. The bliss of the last period bell signalling you, finally home is near. The joy. After 6 hours or so, of “capitol Punishment”, HOME! Finally, home!! The homework. The tears in the eyes – “Kal se school nahi jaana mujhe”.The Exams. The Results. The fear of failure, and the Joy of success. And then, The first crush. The first love. The goosebumps while you talk to her. The silly smiles on your friends’ lips seeing you doing it. The excitement when you try to control yours. Nostalgic? Is it Magic? Whatever it is, I bet you have all experienced those days and loved them. No, you cherish them. And whenever someone takes you to the trip down memory lane, your lips broaden. The beautiful smile on your face. The butterflies in your tummies. The goosebumps on your skin. Every memory suddenly flashing like an academy award winning movie. Wait, what? Academy award ? No. *That* movie is worth much more. Its your life. The best time of it. The time you pray, somehow to stay with you.

And then, all of a sudden, one day it all ends. Dead end. Dunno what to do. Dunno where to go. THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! Eyes full of tears. The memories, all flashing in your heart. The promises. “We’ll meet once a year, at least”. “Stay in touch”. “Reunion”. “Arre tu to IIT jaega hi”. “Bhai tu to school ka Messi hai”. “Doctor banne ke baad bhoolio mat bhaii”. “Arre tu to stud hai”. “Bhai call karta rahio”. 

And then, Life happened, and friends’ names became contacts in the cellphone 😦 . 

Those were the days. The time of your life. It will never come back. But wait, it has gone nowhere either. Cheer up! It’s there. Deep inside your heart. Treasured in the most adorable manner possible.  

P.S. : The image featured in the blog is message from (and for) my class 12th classmates. Girls of my class wrote it for the boys. So adorable. Still miss you people. ❤

Welcome to my first Blog, dear reader.

Hey Pal, hope you are doing well. Well I was thinking of creating my own blog for the past few months, and after much lethargy and then after much hard work for the past few days, here I am, with this very first piece of text written by me.

First of all, to start, let me make somethings very clear and tell you two things straight away :

1.  What this blog is not about.

2. What this blog is about.

Now, coming to the first point, my friend, this blog is definitely not about life lessons. You will not be reading here about life lessons, how to crack some eerily difficult competitive exam, or how to become a good (Mechanical) Engineer, career tips, Faith issues, Trust issues, blah blah blah. Nope.

My sole reason of publishing this blog is to share my thoughts on how does life seem from the eyes of Mechanical Engineers, preferably in a funny manner. My primary aim, with this blog is to bring a smile on my readers’ face while reading this brainchild of mine. If I succeed in doing this, in bringing that smile on those pretty lips of your (girls) and on those *lips* of yours (boys), the purpose of my blog will be fulfilled. For this we will be sharing some stories and experiences of our school and college lives, not only mine, but whatever I find worthy of sharing with you, which will surely light up your mood, for we all have some stories to tell, which we cherish somewhere deep inside our heart.

Therefore, irrespective of your caste, creed, color, religion, gender, nationality, occupation and any other umpteenth way of discrimination, you all are welcome to my blog to have a short laugh amidst the tensions of life.

Your esteemed suggestions, criticisms, ideas and pieces of advice are most welcome, and you may share them with me over my E-Mail address. Also in case you think I can help you, feel free to contact, I’ll try my best to sort you out.

So Bon Voyage and cheers to this new journey of ours, together.