Do we, really?
Sometimes, I realize that life is not what they promised in the 90s sitcom. It is not about spending evenings with friends, working on a job with a good pay or having the family together for dinner on holidays. It’s not always like that. We live in a weird time where socializing have an entirely different meaning from Oxford dictionary, and it is okay. We are living with it.
We tag friends on Facebook posts, publish random selfies on Instagram which I bet no one cares about in reality, other than your mother, spouse. Or maybe if you’re a hot yoga instructor, some loafers.
But what really does matter?
Today I’ll speak about that one unlucky day that we all need and deserve and if you’re lucky enough to evade such thing. Then think again.
The Worst time
Recently, I had a very rough time; left my job for nothing. I don’t do much productive throughout my days which I promised myself and planned for days earlier. I planned, and I failed. But as the English language intended it to be, ‘ed’ is appended to fail and its past to me now and that’s what keeps me going.
Not many things can upset or disappoint me, but of course, I am not immune to that. That’s one of the biggest flaws we can observe in a human being. We fluctuate a lot.
I relive that one day in my mind, whenever I am feeling low. I was 18 years old when it all happened and although that would not count as a misery but still, for a teenager: it was a disaster.
I woke up early as a bird, spreading wings broad. It was my college fest. I was a freshman, and I could not wake up happier. Why would not I be? I was about to ask my girl-friend to be my girlfriend. And it seemed like a perfect plan at that time. You might have anticipated what I am about to say, but I bet you. You’re not correct. Almost.
See, I forgot my wallet that day and my college was 35 miles from my home. I had to take a free train-ride back, illegal commute. That day, I was supposed to deliver my life’s first anchoring performance in front of two thousand people: people with whom I have had to spend three college years. I prepared my speech on paper, carelessly avoiding remembering my lines. I hated cramming and reading from paper.
No, I was not nervous, rather, felt excited to be on stage. Sky with a perfect amount of sunny and cloudy. Valentine’s day was next month, and you could see the red of love in the air. I was happy.
My girl-friend asked me to bring a chocolate, which, by the way, I bought the most expensive from the shop even though I had no extra cash to reach back home. I was in love. A stupid, dumb, ignorant piece of…Well.
I was happy and comes 2 P.M.
The Unholy 2 P.M.
I was about to anchor on stage in a couple of hours. I was about to go on stage and calmly introduce myself to my college crowd for the first time with my real name which I use nowhere, and that was the first time I am ever going to face the spotlight. On my face.
Couples were gathering in the garden, and it was a perfect moment for me to confess my love to the girl. I excused my best friend and took her on the sidewalk with a rose in my hand.
It was the perfect evening. Every piece of my little puzzled life was falling into places until I asked her to be my valentine next month.
See, laughter is the best response in most of the situations, but this wasn’t one of them. Laughing off when someone dares their heart to tell you their insides, can crush them to pity-particles.
I felt the same. I used to be happy-go-lucky with no care. So, I did not take that on a personal level and laughed with the girl.
Although my laughter faded quickly as I saw another guy approaching the girl with chocolate in his left hand as he passed that to the girl and greeted. I was crushed. Why that guy is getting her chocolate too. She asked only me, didn’t she?
I was still not crushed. I inhaled my anger. It was a burn, and I took it like a gentleman.
A gentleman, with a crying heart.
My heart was stabbed and slashed into 40 pieces as some of her classmates, most of them being guys came and each handed chocolates to the girl. The only thought that supported my feet to stay standing was: I gifted her the most expensive one. Felt like a loser later, but that’s unrelated.
I was on the verge of shedding tears like a baby, but somehow I kept my cool and decided to walk alone to the canteen. On my way, I saw some people weeping and singing over something. Of course, it was a college festival, and everyone was in the mood. But this seemed unusual, so I asked one of them what’s wrong. I was told about the results that were announced earlier that day, and they were not good. Our university had decided to ruin our fest, unintentionally perhaps, but it still counts. I instantaneously checked my result of last semester, and I was failed. Miserably. In fact, I failed four out of six subjects.
Tasting rejection is one thing, but the icing of failure on this bitter cake was something more… well, more than adequate.
I was pretty average in academics, but still failing a semester was a big deal for me at that time. I could not control the tears. But I still managed to weep inside my heart. I did not know how I would face my parents later that day. Two thundershocks in 15 minutes. God must be really happy with me.
After hearing my result, some of my friends, intelligent friends at that, gathered around me and offered their consolation. Although they did not mean ill, I was half furious at them too. Somehow I managed to get my will up and reached the stage as the time was about to begin. One of the biggest days of my life. I was to introduce an impressive entrance for the college festival. I was ready to stand up there as I pulled the piece of paper from my jeans pocket.
I still love rainy days
It poured a river from the sky that day. But only for like 30 minutes.
My paper soaked and damaged from the water and I had nothing to speak from. Anchors in school and colleges usually speaks from some notes, and as this was my first show, I felt the meaning of being so much screwed.
I thought I hit rock bottom, but hey, It was only 4 pm. I would go to the hospital later, but I’ll get to that in a minute.
My co-anchor pushed me to the stage and as she spoke her name (surprisingly from her sheet of paper, people ought to remember their names) and looked at me with Juliet love. I stared at the crowd for a second. Tried hard but couldn’t make a face from these two thousand people. Hard to recognize when a blinding flash is showering your face.
I kept mum for a couple of seconds before I screeched on the mic – “Hello Rockstars!!!!!!” with my full might.
And to my surprise, everyone responded with a cheer and hoot.
I knew this day is messed up already, what could possibly go wrong? I won’t forget some dope jokes I prepared for the show. Guess what?
I started with a joke and midway forgot the ending. People were laughing. Not at my joke but at me. Somehow I manage to finish my thirty minutes and left the stage. And the college.
As I walked on the highway outside my college, crying. I called my best friend. He was too busy to attend me. I felt lonely and destroyed. I just wanted to leave the place. Was not sure if I wanted to go home. How would I tell my family that I failed?
And yes, I had no money on me. Let’s not forget that too.
That was my worst day. In life. At that time.
I boarded a passenger train, without a ticket in the hope that I would not get caught. I took a seat on the gate. Yes, gate.
My feet were swinging in the air, and I was still trying not cry. It felt good, and this was the first time I was commuting on a train from college. But I felt very good. Fresh wind, evening shade in the sky and rainy weather which I always loved.
I was lost in my thoughts. It felt like a meditation of some sort. My nerves were finally calmed from the day. Until my left foot caught between the platform.
I suddenly withdrew my foot. A couple of second late, and it would have been ripped from my torso as they show in the movies. I felt a rush in my foot. I screamed.
Not from the pain but from the fear of getting handicapped for the rest of my life.
Ticket checker heard my screen and came running. Asked for the ticket and threw me on the next station. I could feel the internal bleeding on my leg. Unable to do anything.
I somehow managed to reach home that day and hospital as soon as the doctor confirmed an awful wound below my thigh muscle and ankles.
I slept in hope for a bright sun next day which I got. Bad time passes and my worst day was over like that.
Next day and so on
I have faced some bad days after that, but I never cried again. I knew if I could survive something like that, I could do anything. Yes, of course, I anchored a dozen events within months after that day. I also passed that and following semesters too. And my wound was healed.
Sometimes, some days you would face those worst days, but as they say, it is a bad day. Not a bad life. I know, whatever happens, would make me better. And that’s the case for you too.
I usually don’t share things like this, but it was due. Darker days are ahead or passed, but you need more light inside your heart.
And never, ever try any foolishness as I did of sitting on the train gate. Most of that worst day was because of my own ignorance and stupidity.
Read my poem before you leave Lost Soul.