Unfortunately, the idiom suits me to the T.
How many people have you met that can play a little bit of cricket, tennis, football, table-tennis, the keyboard, a dozen computer games in amateur levels, cook maybe half a dozen things, learn sewing only to stop after learning how to get a button on, knowing how to make crude penholders from softdrink cans, waxlamps from candle stubs and some SUPW stuff, enough of bookish knowledge to be amongst the top but at the bottom once you are there...
I have spent days pondering over the reasons behind these plethora of abilities (for want of better word) of mine. Why, I've asked myself, is it that I have been unable to carry on whenever I have started out well? Why does the determination that accompanies me at first, fizz out?
These questions plagued me in initially. Later, self-confidence became an issue. When colleagues start excelling jealousy becomes an issue. You start wondering, what will you ever become? You hear praise of hard work all around you and start feeling low...
But one thing that i never lost was my keenness. Despite the many starts, I continued to start at many places and remarkably, I fitted somewhere.
Whenever a quiz master asks me the sport in which you would use the term 'Let', or the main ingredient of the sweet 'Bhaloshahi', or the form of sewing where flowers are dominant, or the unit of capacitance in physics, I feel happy that all those starts were there for me. I feel happy that whenever there is a discussion, I always have something to contribute. And when you feel happy, you feel confident.
Now, I'm not an octogenarian who has the experience of the world. Just an 18 year old guy. But this is truly one helluva experience in just 18 years of existence on planet earth.
How many people have you met that can play a little bit of cricket, tennis, football, table-tennis, the keyboard, a dozen computer games in amateur levels, cook maybe half a dozen things, learn sewing only to stop after learning how to get a button on, knowing how to make crude penholders from softdrink cans, waxlamps from candle stubs and some SUPW stuff, enough of bookish knowledge to be amongst the top but at the bottom once you are there...
I have spent days pondering over the reasons behind these plethora of abilities (for want of better word) of mine. Why, I've asked myself, is it that I have been unable to carry on whenever I have started out well? Why does the determination that accompanies me at first, fizz out?
These questions plagued me in initially. Later, self-confidence became an issue. When colleagues start excelling jealousy becomes an issue. You start wondering, what will you ever become? You hear praise of hard work all around you and start feeling low...
But one thing that i never lost was my keenness. Despite the many starts, I continued to start at many places and remarkably, I fitted somewhere.
Whenever a quiz master asks me the sport in which you would use the term 'Let', or the main ingredient of the sweet 'Bhaloshahi', or the form of sewing where flowers are dominant, or the unit of capacitance in physics, I feel happy that all those starts were there for me. I feel happy that whenever there is a discussion, I always have something to contribute. And when you feel happy, you feel confident.
Now, I'm not an octogenarian who has the experience of the world. Just an 18 year old guy. But this is truly one helluva experience in just 18 years of existence on planet earth.
