If I fall along the way, pick me up and dust me off...

Its amazing what failure does to you. It makes you feel defeated and gloomy on a nice sunny Sunday morning. It makes you feel vulnerable. Its like you are put in the spotlight and people are walking past you pointing fingers at you ... with that evil smirk on their face.

But life goes on... you lift yourself up and move on. And trust me, I've done it a lot of times (tells you how many times I've failed ;)). The eternal optimist that I am, I've learned to convince (or lie - as you like it) myself that it'll all be fine and there is something for me around that corner. But the corner never seems to come around. I guess I'm moving around in circles.

When I was a kid, I played a lot of sport. And everytime I started a sport I used to think "This is it... this is my sport and I'm going to be the next big thing in the sport". Alas... it never was to be. And I am still here waiting for my turn ... for that corner... when I will actually be that next big thing... mera number kab aayega