“Finally, here it is. The pinnacle of my life! I am the writer, the author, the storyteller, whatever you like to call one of those. Yes, I am the one today with those thirty years dusted behind.”
They say you become what you believe of you. They say all you need to do is believe in yourself, have faith within and nothing would be unconquerable. They say faith is the key, a key to unlock those seemingly impossible-to-open chambers, a key to unlock those magical locks which are hidden from the eyes of folks.
I have been listening to them since I was a child. Kids, as curious as they are, persuading them doesn’t take much of one’s arguments and actions. A bit of convincing story, a sweet smile, a candy or two in one hand, and they believe it. I was no exception. How could I be! As an average grader since nursery standard (if we can call nursery one), I took my own time to learn what could be learnt in a few days.
I did my high-school and without impinging a motivational story of ‘how an average hit the highest score through his hard work’ completed my grad school too with the marks not so good to be looked upon but with a belief within me-‘You become what you believe of you.’ And see today here I am, in front and among you all the scholars and Doctorate degree holders. It was this belief that has done most of the part than anything else. Had I not believed in myself, would, as part of this fraternity, have I been here? Would you people be listening to me blabbering? Yes, of course if not blabber then what is it? A sophisticated term, like discoursing, might look better for this occasion. But let me be honest and let these statements of mine fall under blabbering.
I trusted those wise people, their belief on belief made me have my belief for me so strong and deep-rooted that this, I standing in front of you, is its result. I did tell you a lot about belief but there are a few things that you might be unaware of, a few itty-bitty behind-the-scenes details.
What I didn’t tell you about is those New Year’s nights when everybody was busy with kissing and hugging the New Year holding the glass of champagne in their hands, I was busy in front of my computer screen studying language. Also what I skipped telling you about is the countless social hangouts that I missed in my twenties to learn about the narration style. Another minor detail of me waking up early, completing my daily chores, and essential but trivial activities as soon as possible to get engrossed back in those fat classics or light reads. Scores of movies, concerts and parties are just few of the minor occasions I ditched to finish my writing practices. Puffy eyes, bit of sleepiness during the non-essential activities of the day were just few of the pennies I did pay to cover up my lagging agendas the previous nights.
If all of that was the price I had to pay to be here today, am I even supposed to think about regretting it? A yes from you would be accepted with the tinge of sarcasm that it holds. With my faith leading me for those ten years, the abandonments I made (happily though and with a heavy heart at times) were for a reason, a reason much stronger than the thought of passing the youth with making a lot of memories. I did make memories, maybe a bit lesser than others, maybe a bit plainer too, but this memory, this particular one that I am weaving here on this podium is something I had dreamt of when I was a kid and used to look at stars with a curious mind.
“When will I sit on one of those twinkles, mom?” I would ask her.
“One day, my son, one day.” She would reply.
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