2nd
I am the second child of my parents. I always stood second in my class. The only bicycle I had was a second hand. It was the second try at IITJEE that got me through. Even in college I am far second to the Dep.Topper. While taking the GRE , It was only at my second trial I managed to get a not so respectable score. I am the second boyfriend of my girlfriend. I am trying for the second time to go the United States.
So where are my firsts?
During my first kiss, the only thing that came to my mind was that I am the second guy she is kissing. My first computer made sure that my second semester was ruined academically. The second room I have shifted to in my hostel is filthier than the first. The first time I talked about the girl in my life to my Dad, both of us were threatened. [:P]
Even the guy who stands third in my rating system would take me as mostly harmless. So how unimportant is being a second. It always keeps me in a fix to decide which school of thought I should belong to. It’s like the famous glass of water scenario; call it half filled or half empty. I find myself perfectly normal. But it is tough to decide which side to get closer to. I can’t bear to be a second at everything I do. And believe me this has seriously affected my psyche. I underrate myself at academics and overrate myself at love. I create a misbalance of opportunities served and the successes made. I am still waiting at my first successful First. May be I have to wait till my second life. [:P]
I am the second child of my parents. I always stood second in my class. The only bicycle I had was a second hand. It was the second try at IITJEE that got me through. Even in college I am far second to the Dep.Topper. While taking the GRE , It was only at my second trial I managed to get a not so respectable score. I am the second boyfriend of my girlfriend. I am trying for the second time to go the United States.
So where are my firsts?
During my first kiss, the only thing that came to my mind was that I am the second guy she is kissing. My first computer made sure that my second semester was ruined academically. The second room I have shifted to in my hostel is filthier than the first. The first time I talked about the girl in my life to my Dad, both of us were threatened. [:P]
Even the guy who stands third in my rating system would take me as mostly harmless. So how unimportant is being a second. It always keeps me in a fix to decide which school of thought I should belong to. It’s like the famous glass of water scenario; call it half filled or half empty. I find myself perfectly normal. But it is tough to decide which side to get closer to. I can’t bear to be a second at everything I do. And believe me this has seriously affected my psyche. I underrate myself at academics and overrate myself at love. I create a misbalance of opportunities served and the successes made. I am still waiting at my first successful First. May be I have to wait till my second life. [:P]
3 comments:
dam cul man.........i knew u could be philosophical but to that extent/////////// hmmm real gud...keep thinkin........but i would say always push urself to the optimistic side coz....there'z always a SECOND chance in life nothin to worry and in your lang.......
sab peace hai :-))))))))))
keep up
Regards,
Rupesh
Dood... you're the FIRST to have so many seconds!
Lekin tempo se... there's a lot you havent seen yet. :-)
PS: This is ur second blog too!
you know varun when i was in my school days i liked the second bench the most. the first bench was far too unsafe and exposed, and the third bench looked ignored.
the good thing abt 2nd is that it is more than one. if you r always the first guy then you miss failures--a tremendous creation of God. and failures bring in frustration, drama suspense, and sorrow. it is a complete package for free which u would have missed.
so i think and you should think too that being first is the next best thing to being 2nd. and if you are third you are nobody. this is the third comment to your 2nd blog. stay good.
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