Success-1...

A sudden rush, that drop of sweat mingled with a sudden sense of disbelief, even though you always knew it was coming for you that moment where in all you want to do was to sit down, heels bent, head high up and eyes closed.

But you just find yourself just unable, literally without any energy, as though you finished a long long marathon (sorry for the prolix usage but I seriously wanted to put in the effect as to how long this marathon is), all you need is a minute or two to catch up with your pounding heart, just a minute or two to let the world stop rotating around you.

But you are denied that. The breath is still raspy, heart still pumping fast enough to hurt your chest, but you don’t mind, you don’t stop and lie supine, instead you ambulate, slowly, smiling but struggling at the same time, and how you savor that recognition, that pat on the back, those kudos and congrats, but more than anything else, you are high on the words flowing from deep within.

That voice, that voice which till today only pointed out what you were not, how you didn’t deserve the podium and reasons why you will never make it to the acme .The same voice says today, hmmm, not bad, that was something. Phew, it’s as if you suddenly found a full stop in response to all the interjections, commas and real huge question marks which marred the pages of your life till now (just like being able to find a tick mark in an answer sheet which is nearly full of crosses, a shade difficult to visualize if you were an ace student, in which case I will be glad to share my answer sheetsJ).

Probably belabored the point a trifle too much, or even exaggerated a bit, but success does tastes like that right?

Or may be success is not the right word. Hmmm, let’s term it the joy of cracking another clue in a majorly obscure cryptic puzzle (huge replacement for the word success right? Somehow a decent word is not popping up. Or probably there is no single word that sums up this much…). Anywho, for convenience, my and the readers, let’s stick to success.(though believe me, I am not satisfied with this whole vernacular of life, hardly any words to be able to express all you feel)

So back again, how does it actually feels , that sudden rush , that sudden judgment that vindicates you , a moment which just lifts you from behind the crowd and puts you right there, at the herald . Though, the crowd here does not comprises of other mortals who competed against you in the so called struggle of life, that crowd constitutes of you, just you and your deepest fears, your doubts and your pain. And suddenly you are ahead of them all, though they are not gone poof, but it’s an even better emotion to see them standing behind you for once.

For once, all those countless nights, aching neck and backs, eyes full of sleep and tears, intermittent phases, some full with hopelessness and despair and some with killing frustration mingled with Presque vu, feel worthwhile, meaningful. For once, you feel like shouting it out loud, probably not words, but something abysmal just to vent out all that was being accumulated all this while.

We all give up so much for finding cracking these clues right?

For those of you who felt this was too ebrupt an end…Kudos,coz it was.

Brain just froze at this sentence….wanted to write but couldnt…it was then had I asked Sue (”Feeling content” guy) to continue…