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My time seems to be good always. I have been able to do a lot of things but I seem to be feeling useless. My grandfather always told me to make the best of today, for tomorrow is none of our concern. He always said that one should make the best of what little we have for a healthy day of tomorrow, for there is no point in crying over spilled milk. He taught me that it is not too late, even at my age to learn from my mistakes and do good from it, and to work hard and improve oneself everyday. These good words from him have helped me so much, with my fighting myself to improve my skills for more years.
I bid goodbye to my grandfather that day when he was at the hospital as the doctors told him that he had to undergo a surgery. I was devastated, I could not just stand there and watch as he was wheeled to the operation theater to be operated upon. He was such a strong person, despite his restricted heart power, and that he did such a good job to keep me straight in the right path without anyone to reprimand me. That was all I ever wished to see in him, how much I have achieved in life.
I was never a very happy person, in the beginning. I have always been an introvert. I have never liked to socialize, I only hung out with a few classmates. I didn't even like meeting new people. In school, I frequently chose to be alone rather than socialize freely. There were hardly any friends. Somehow, the idea of enjoying your day alone is something I didn't understand back then, the idea of being so relaxed while on your own really attracted me. I loved being alone and taking the wind in my hair, I loved the sudden inspiration and I always preferred my own company over the company of others. I turned out to a very introverted person. I read books seated in the school library all the time. My mind worked so fast, in silence and with concentration that anyone else would get bored and noisy. Though nobody knew how much I was really reading, they knew that I would suddenly vanish each time the library closes. I never met any of my teachers then and I just kept on doing my own thing. Though sometimes, I had this school counselor who used to be my neighbor. We really didn't talk much and I was insistent to be alone. I feared every second that she would press me to talk or really do something that I didn't want to.
I hated being around people and I didn't like how I was never allowed to do anything on my own. So, I decided to live my own life, I decided how to spend my time, when to sleep and what to eat and do. I had had choices which I could make. I had my own independence. I enjoyed my time and I kept on living my life my way. Some, well maybe most people thought I was depressed or sad or useless because of no reasons. "He always chooses to be alone. He is so useless" were some of the phrases I heard most in my school. I never knew what they were talking about, I never understood it. A person to spend time alone is not useless. They don't know any better, they have no one else to show them how to live life happily. Somehow, I admired people who had the ability to spend time happily without feeling lonely. I admired people who could always find something to do, how I wished that I could be like them.
Well, I was never one to think with clarity in a crisis. When I got into trouble, I used to fumble and whether it was because of the lack of vocabulary or just because I was not able to think well at that time I don't know. My grades have been getting lower and lower each year I pass; I think that a person will be able to cope up with failure, as long as he is not afraid and as long as he is ready to stand up again. While, there are people who try to avoid failure by any means, even if the means are crooked, they just do not have the courage to stand up to it, and this is what makes them useless. It is no use to have a shy winner rather than a bold loser. As soon as failure knocks on the door, there is always a first time for the unlucky ones, and they are the ones who suffer the most. So, there is always a sense of reality in failure for me. I am afraid of the day when I become a failure, but at the same time, I am glad that I have got to experience one. I have learned a lot from it.
Failing does not mean things don't work out. I used to be so scared of failing. And I will always be scared of it. I know that failing is nothing but the one time I have experienced it, and I have learnt nothing from it. So, it is nothing more than something to be afraid of. If I fail in going to school, I don't fail in the real world. I need to endure that one chance. I have watched people who are not afraid of failing to the extent I am. I guess it is because I am an introvert and am not keen on talking a lot. I need to think what to say, I need time to think a lot. That is why people think I am useless. I also think that people take advantage of my shyness. So, I have decided to stand up to it. I suddenly realized the need to stand up to public humiliation. My reaction to being humiliated always shocks me, it inspires me to think why I have no fear at all.
I have been given a lot of chances to fail. I have failed many times, a lot, and it was never a big deal for me, because I have learnt to accept it very well. But there are some things which I will never get used to. That day was one of those things. I had just lost a lot of points on an exam, and I was upset. There was only one other student, who complained that he wasn't able to get the answer, but I was not allowed to write on my own paper. I think it was unfair.
I was trying to sneak out of the class and I was ordered to come back to the class by the teacher. I was so shocked, it seemed as if I had committed a great crime. While I waited for the class to end, the teacher started to lecture me. I was told that I was not allowed to leave the class and that I should repent. I felt that my hand was being controlled by someone else's spirit. It had no freedom. As I was thinking how unfair this was, I realized how unfair the whole thing was, and I got the idea to do something about it. I was not sure about what I should do, but I knew what student I was going to speak to. And I was going to do it right away. I had to get my freedom. I had to do something about it and I was going to do something about it right away. I had no plan nor any specific action at that time, I was just thinking how to get out of the class. I had to do it right away, and I believed that I could do something about it, so I had no time to waste.
All of a sudden, I thought of one of those students, who was suddenly silent during the lecture; I knew that if I were to talk to him that one time, he would surely give me some advice. So, I wasn't sure if I would get the advantage, but I decided that I would ask him whether he would talk to me or not. The teacher left the class and I could get out. Then, I rushed to that student, and asked him whether he would speak to me or not. He looked at me in a confused way. I looked at him in a desperate way. What I wanted from him was some advice. Or maybe he would like to know about my situation. Perhaps he would like to hear about my sudden realization that I was being unkind to a person who was trying to remember what the teacher wanted him to remember. I was eager to show my essay and ask him what he thought about it, and of course, I told him what I thought about it too.
He became my close friend later. And he taught me how to think, and he taught me how to borrow somebody's pen without getting caught. He told me to get ready to write anything I could possibly think of. He was one of those people, whom I knew that I could talk about everything with, as long as I don't talk to them about my failures or my forgetfulness.
He was always free, and he never denied me anything. I could see him do many different things. He did everything with a lot of ease. I admired his informality. I knew that I could talk to him about everything within my reach, as long as it was something I have thought of. I do not have to worry about failing a word.
I always wondered what success meant for me. I couldn't find a definite definition for it. I thought I would be happy when I reached success, but after I became successful, it was nothing but a disappointment to me. It was just an average scenario, after all.
I am "Srinidhi Ranganathan", and what you will read in the upcoming pages of this book will contain my true story of success.
ABOUT THE LEGEND
Digital Marketing Legend "Srinidhi Ranganathan" is the Director of Digital Marketing at First Look Digital Marketing Solutions (India's First Artificial Intelligence Powered Digital Marketing company) located in Bangalore and is one of the top instructors in India who is teaching futuristic marketing-related courses on Udemy. He is a Technologist, Digital Marketing Coach, Author, and Video Creation Specialist with over 12+ years of experience and has worked at top companies in India.
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