I think it was 7th grade when I read that poem. I didn't understand it much, but had an instant liking for it. It's strange but then I guess sometimes you just tend to like some things without even realising/knowing, why/what do you like them for?
Now when I sit down to write about it, I am not able to recall the name. It was called (I think, trying to be as close to the name as possible) "Success is counted sweetest by those who haven't tasted it" or something like this.
I certainly haven’t tasted it for long.
Not sure about the ‘sweet’ taste, but I am more than certain than I am missing its taste. This word has a strange effect on the people around you, your environment. And it’s more noticeable than the effects of global warming on the very same environment.
Its strange (at least for me) meeting people concerned for you than you are for yourself. Even stranger for me was to meet people who suddenly seem to have forgotten that you exist. The best part is when they do realize my existence, suddenly ‘A beautiful life’ changes to ‘I am going through a lot’. It made me smile a couple of times, but then I am so used to it now that I have learnt to make an even more sullen face to go with ‘I understand’.
Speaking to a friend (So brother finally you have a mention on my blog) a few days back. I was told that you are as good as your last drawn salary. And soon you HAVE to buckle up. Or, you might not get to taste ‘success’.
The irony of the situation is that when you have the sweet taste you are surrounded like a hive, the same hive becomes a dry riverbed when the tide turns against you.
What goes up, has to come down and what goes down has to come up, Law of Nature - I am told.
But if success is more like an illusion, which sooner or later will change. Then why so much fanfare about it. Why these changing faces, why this hypocrisy?
More importantly the question or the reason for this post, ‘Do I still need to taste it?’
