Feedback and constructive criticism are privileged entities conferred to a mere handful today. With population explosion pyramiding under countless confederation counties, it is an effortless attempt to stumble across another fellow specie with a talent. A jump later, lies a writer in the making, scuffling to make a difference to the world. A hop later, lies a struggling singer biding their time with small-time public performances. And a skip later, lies a potential business tycoon of the share market, probably operating as a broker today. Talent isn’t an adversity these days; nope. Though, what matters is the layers of scraping and scrubbing that goes into its polishing. Anyone can shine silver. Those remote corners where even the fingertips can’t thrust out is where the heart of the affair lies. After all, the satiny metal is technically unpolished still in its entirety, if not for its contorted curves and distorted bends. Until then, it is okay to be the ugly duckling. In an entailing need to make a difference, unless the journey is entertaining enough, the consequent results aren’t worth it – favourable or otherwise.
Writing happened to me by sheer accident three years back. I was thoroughly surprised at this ability, for I had never been exposed to any creative side in my growing years. Or, my awareness quotient had taken a hard hit! Somehow, the notion of zero creativity always occupied a heavy headspace, leaving me with reasons to incline towards being logical – personally as well as professionally. I had plans to dive into the financial market. However, when writing happened, it was only natural for me to get exploratory. What commenced with stringing a bunch of words together, eventually turned into a pursuit of presenting a concise essence of thoughts. Thoughts I wished conveying. Thoughts that made a difference. Although, this struggle of bringing onto counter the thought process and converting them into equalised terminologies of expressions can sometimes prove to be a pain in the ass. The right words may just not materialise. Or, thoughts may freeze in time. Sometimes, analogies and metaphors may fail to mark their attendance. While at others, the picture itself could be a haze of hempen smoke. Regardless, this is the part of the process I look most forward to. The process of the crafting the craft. And then of course, reaching it to potential readers!
Until then, it is okay to be an ugly duckling. Almost like that desired duty to fit amidst the ostentatious crowd.
It is with gratified pleasure I observe how words can spin a million dollar worth of magic to cent-worth of thoughts. In fact, someone who is family, once told me – I never thought you could write. There. That was my moment. One of the many firsts.
Many pre-eminent biggies have poured in their blood, sweat and tears – figuratively and literally – to get to where they are. The dosage of their persistence coupled with the quota of their hard work and patience can be an understatement to even begin imagining the toil they must have experienced in their journeys. Not everyone’s journey to reach the stance of where they are today was a bed of roses. It took a Grim Reaper for The Greatest, Muhammad Ali, to trend on social media. However, his time on earth exposed him to one-of-a-kind hardships to make it to the legendary statuses and titles with which he passed away. Dhanush, one of the most successful actors of the Kollywood movie industry today, was once ridiculed of skin colour and acting skills. Dr. KJ Yesudas, born to a set of Christian parents, invited innumerable sets of raised eyes, faces and fingers for having learnt the very music that was defined as a “religious affair connected to the temples”.
Here is a crystal clear bunch of ugly ducklings. Who went on about their businesses anyway.
Struggles and hardships are no less than that aluminium foil wrapped around food for ready consumption. It may not do much however, it does help keep the consumable morsel warm and tasty. The reason for overcoming struggles is wholesomely dependent on one’s choice. It could be to revive their self-worth or a means for a vengeful hurtle. Struggles could prove mankind wrong of their perceived capabilities. The strength to survive them is a sign of fighting against those societal beliefs and sticking with one’s moral fibre. Struggles could be any. Struggles could be many. A struggle could be to bag a script, despite the ability to act onscreen. Or, it could be to work on physique and screen appearances, despite being considered a class apart actor. These kahunas, while are at the pinnacle of their stardom, were once ridiculed by the very mankind that holds them in high regards today. Only to welcome them with hefty festoons.
There is a cube of the puzzle that will always need resolving. Or staying oblivious to. Lest its absence results in an imbalanced lifestyle for the universe. A chunk of the human race is meant to be judgemental. A fragment of mankind is meant to thrive not on one’s success, but in that glorified ability of tugging down the pants of those stragglers halfway up the ladder. A slice of societal community transparently enjoys being that snake at 99 in the game of Snakes and Ladders.
I know of people who have left their secured jobs to pursue their area(s) of interest, full-time. The aim here is to not only explore what those fields in their full fledge can offer, but also to bag some time out from the mundane chores largely driven by a corporate setup. Setting aside the obligatory factor of a stable financial backup, such jump-in-the-lake-or-die-trying decisions definitely attract supporters on one hand, and commentators on the other. Of losing the stance of that self-earning financial independence. Of potentially transforming into a homemaker from a working class, thereby degrading their ‘communal status’. Or, of holding the liberty to design their own days and weeks ahead, as against running with that drilled hook into the hole clasping onto a fixed routine.
The plan is to hold high and walk on. It must be. Until then, it’s okay being that ugly duckling.