The Victory in the Defeat !!!

As the title suggests- Victory in Defeat. Two words contradicting each other in the same phrase. Something unusual, meaningless yet meaningful. There are times, when victory isn’t adorned by a trophy or a monetary prize but just the love and adulation of the audience.

As the title suggests- Victory in Defeat. Two words contradicting each other in the same phrase. Something unusual, meaningless yet meaningful. There are times, when victory isn’t adorned by a trophy or a monetary prize but just the love and adulation of the audience. Make sure you read till the end to enjoy this one to the fullest. Here I go:
Since standard 9th, I had started my journey in the field of oration. With the endless encouragement and guidance from my literature teachers, I had become a “sure to be seen face” in Interschool Elocution, Debate and Extempore competitions representing Best High School. In a span of 4 years in oration, I had delivered quite a many speeches at different arenas, with a few victories and a few defeats. My this blogpost deals with my Last Speech of School Life at an Interschool Extempore Competition at CHANGA. I had already won the Ward and Zonal Level Extempores and had qualified to represent Best High School and Ahmedabad City at the District Level Competition to held at CHANGA..
It was the month of December, 2009, don’t remember the date. Chauhan Sir, as usual was incharge of handling the event. As kind as always, he drove me to CHANGA on bike, a 2 hour tiring journey. We reached CHANGA. And what I found at the registration desk was I belonged to the FREE category. Meaning- I won’t be competing with people of my age, but with the ones senior to me. All participants with me in Extempore were young school teachers from the age group of 23-30. I was just pissed off seeing those matured faces with professional outfits. I started messaging my friends at the same moment, “Guys, I am the youngest over here, and all these are going great in Elocution, how will I face them in Extempore?” Most of the replied I got said”Chinta mat kar yaar, this is not the first time, your facing such a challenge. Chak De”. “Stage is yours, audience is yours”, this is the gurumantra Anjum Teacher gave me for my stage appearances when I was in 9th
With this basic concept in mind, I made up my mind to face the oratory ordeal. The competition started. Each one I guess had to speak for 3 minutes, on the given topic on the spot- in Hindi or English. I suppose I was the 3rd or 4th participant to perform. The 3 who performed before me, were damn horrible. The 3 spoke in Hindi, and it was awful to ears. This boosted up my moral, ki I am gonna give a good show out there. Not boasting, not over-confident, but I was confident about my English. Hindi, was not a good option for me, as I had left Hindi in 10th, so it was better to be on the safer side by delivering the speech in English.
I walked holding,controlling and releasing small nervous gasps of breath towards the bowl of chits containing the topics. And my Topic was –”If there were no Temples”. No sooner did these words flash before my eyes, I rejoiced. With God’s mercy, good wishes of pals and everybody’s blessing, I gave an enthralling speech. There were so many instances when the audience instantly started clapping on the punch lines in my speech. There were numerous instances like this during my speech. I ended my speech exactly on the bell of 2 mins. As I stepped down the stage, I had the principal of B.S. Patel High School, CHANGA to receive me. He made me sit with him and he was like”I have never before seen a child of your age giving such a strong performance”. I saw Chauhan Sir’s eyes filled with pride, telling his other teacher colleagues”Ha maari school no chokro che aa(He is a student from My School)”. After that I had numerous people down the stage, coming to me, appreciating me for the performance and complimenting in different ways. After a span of 2 hours, It was results time.
The moment in the sun had arrived – my magnum opus would be revealed. I had just delivered a spontaneous speech that I hadn’t labored and I was about to learn how the panel judged my performance. The polite but sparse audience leaned forward in their folding chairs. A hush fell across the open air auditorium.
The contest organizer announced the third-place winner. Alas, the name was not mine. Then he read the second-place winner, and once again it was not me. At last, the moment of truth came. Either I was about to bask in the warmth of victory or rue the last several hours spent eagerly for a good return of my performance. While neither of these came to pass, my heart felt closer to the latter.
Losing is a part of life, and I have dealt with the emotional baggage that travels shotgun with it on more than one occasion. However, it was an indescribably underwhelming feeling to drive more than 100 kilometers round trip, get up obscenely early on a freezing winter morning, and yet not making a place in the Top 3 Winners inspite of the audience’s best judged performance. Whatever be the reason of my defeat, be it internal politics or setting there or whatever, I don’t want to make excuses for my defeat, but I and many of them there considered this defeat of mine a victory.
While I did not earn monetary awards or a Trophy as a result of this contest, I did gain a new perspective. Through this memoir, I discovered that I can fail successfully. Failing successfully because, gaining so much of adulation and applaud from a total alien atmosphere was no less than a big success for quite a mature orator like me. Now, whenever I’m faced with a setback, I remember what Abraham Lincoln said : “The path was worn and slippery. My foot slipped from under me, knocking the other out of the way, but I recovered and said to myself, ‘It’s a slip and not a fall. “

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Success and its changing definitions!!

Warm welcome to my 2nd blog post. This too was published as an article in The School Post. I wrote it when i was just done appearing for Boards and Competitives. It was vacation time, and I felt the need to pen down the sufferings and endeavor that I had gone through in the past 2 years. Here is a summary of all that. here I go:

Hello Everybody,

Warm welcome to my 2nd blog post. This too was published as an article in The School Post. I wrote it when i was just done appearing for Boards and Competitives. It was vacation time, and I felt the need to pen down the sufferings and endeavor that I had gone through in the past 2 years. Here is a summary of all that. here I go:


When I was younger, I wished for a Mercedes and a Sea Facing Mansion. That was my idea of success. I vigorously put all my mettle in acedemics aced
the exams with my mind set for getting the magic words 1st Rank in my marksheets. After handing over the result sheet to parents, followed the demand of gift for the result. The demands began with watches, then came simple mobiles, then came color mobiles, then came mobiles with cameras and now the latest is a Blackberry or a laptop for my First Class Distinction grade in 12th Science I just know that I would somehow, someday I would become famous entrepreneur and be able to afford that car and the dream house. All the way through junior years and still now, my mind is planning this idyllic future.

Life is not promised and neither is my future success. While I was going through the motions in an attempt to attain material success, first check, bigger grades, bigger titles, I was not enjoying my daily life. I felt i was caught up in such a prison which had no way out, the prison called routine. I had succumbed to such a routine of life which had only 2 options- Live A Mundane Life to Get what you Want OR Give up. Obviously the latter wasn’t acceptable to a philosophical minded creature like me. I was just existing. It occurred to me that life has more purpose than acquiring bigger grades on score cards and materialistic possessions, which will only be yours until you can no longer keep up with the hectic tution classes and mugging up the bluky refrence books. Although I had often been told this, I finally understood. I realized that finding inner peace, purpose and happiness will stick with you forever – and that is real success.

In the two higher secondary years, I had missed a lot of things. Chatting peacefully with my parents, helping my sister out with maths sums, having a coffee frequently with my pals, visiting my High School teachers regularly(whom I love a lot), keeping in touch with my cousins who live outstations and a lot more. Tranqulity and shalom seemed absolutely absent in my life. Not only in mine, but every person’s who was pursuing 11-12th Sci and preparing for JEE and AIEEE. It’s now during my vacation, the time when I am at the doorstep of entering my college life I enjoy the pleasure of doing NOTHING. I enjoy the peaceful sleeps(which i never had in the past 2 years), I enjoy the mouth watering mangoes(which I missed in my last summer vacation) and neverthanless I enjoy resting peacefully in my mother’s lap at the end of the day with no qualms to appal me. These small things of life seem a big success to me today

Enjoying life’s precious quirks makes a person more successful than a wealthy(by money or by grades) person who is not content and takes everything for granted. Instead of memorizing facts, I have begun learning information. Instead of focusing on the future, I focused on today and the many blessings and successes that come with it.
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Hope you liked it. Looking forward to comments and feedbacks..

Love & Regards,
Anish.

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Define the Definition

There are some defining acts, which need definition. But still, they are so sublime that even upon asking Define the Definition, we fail to make a definition for those acts.”

Hello Everybody,
Hope you all are enjoying the Garbas in the colorful Navratri Time(NOTE:this statement invalid for DDIT students, so ignore!). So, am here back with one more blog post. This blog post isn’t an article but something direct DIL SE.
A few weeks ago, I was attending the Electronics Tutorial class at the University and our professor RRA(abbreviated to uphold his prestige, LOL) was dictating questions pertaining to AC fundamentals. While I was busy gallivanting with my pals around, he happened to fire an unusal phrase from his vocal chord-“Define the Defination of RMS Value.” The whole class bursted into laughter on the very horribly fromed phrase”Define the Definition” and I was no exception. He repeated the same phrase “Define the Definition of…” the next week too. But then just 2 days ago, when I got bored doing EG(Engineering Graphics, the one which I hate like hell), I was thinking to divert my mind to something else and this phrase “Define the Definition” knocked the neurons in my mind. I was like how foolish to utter such a unconventional,unheard and gramatically incorrect, senseless phrase. But then the very next moment, my mind backfired and said-“No, he is correct. There are some defining acts, which need definition. But still, they are so sublime that even upon asking Define the Definition, we fail to make a definition for those acts.”
It was just then, when panorama of some mesmerizing memories started brimming over my mind and I was lost in defining the definition of those acts. Would like to share that panorama with you, and I’m sure at the end of the blogpost even you would say in one tune with me-“YES, WE BELIVE THAT….”
Back to Define the Definition. Here that panorama starts:

Define the Definition 1: The unconditional love of a mother for her children. When her child is ill, she keeps the child in the lap day in and day out, remains awake for the days and night just waiting for her child to be alright. She sacrifices her sleep at night, to keep her child in her lap the whole night, so that her child can sleep peacefully..Define the Definition… Valid…
Mother Child

Define the Definition 2: The unconditional love of a father, who comes home early from work, coz he promised his child to take him to his/her favorite ice cream parlor at night regardless of his fatigue due to the hectic office hours. Define the definition.

Define the Definition 3: (For my R’ians) More 7000 people gather at a single website with the hope of coming a step closer to their favorite star. They blindly support the website, in all UPs and DOWN not just because it’s their star’s website, but its THIER website. Define the definition of this human bonding with a cluster of dynamic webpages….Can you??

Define the Definition 4: 2 guys, who love drinking cold drinks like hell, almost addicted to it, leave it for the whole life, just because a friend of their’s asks to do so. Define the definition…Can you??

Define the Definition 5: A Scientist in Genetic Science, selflessly and unconditionally stays nights and days awake to administor a website. Spending weekends over the website, getting up early for the website work, and giving all and all for the website.Moreover, A person from Egypt, other from Dubai, and a handful others from different corners of the world give their all to run the website of 7000 ably without any personal or monetory gains Define the definition

Define the Definition 6:(For my Friends) Separated by the judgement of destiny in different colleges of the nation and even the globe, a group of friends fight against all the odds to remain in touch. Even meeting regularly, long phone conversations are dreams too good to come true, upon meeting at fortnights, they don’t refrain saying “Missed you darling” with emotions direct from the pit of the heart. Define the definition….
friends

These are some scenes from the panorama that strangled my mind with a question “Define the Definition…”
Do you have a definition for it?? If not, then joyously say with me “YES, WE BELIEVE THAT…..”

Sayonaara till the next blog post.

Love and Regards,
Anish.

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