The sweet nothings of Failure

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Failure and its importance came into limelight (for me) when Nabeel A, organisor of FailFest, began conducting shows and its success amplified the significance of failure. Having followed his work and learning about Failure in close quarters, I commend the participants for accepting failure and moving ahead. 

After a series of fairly successful years at Nivasini, 2017 bit particularly hard as due to some unforeseen circumstances and certain miscalculations, the publishing venture took a hit. I was perturbed but my family and friends supported me. What I saw as a mere setback took a toll on me and it took me a few months to gather my emotions and admit that: o yea.. I did take some bad decisions. 

And trust me, it was not just in the case of Nivasini but the last few months have been a series of mishaps. 

So taking a cue from the FailFest, here are a list of my failures in the past few months

Failure #1:
To control my emotions, I joined Dojo. While self defence is an art form that I want to learn, I plunged into it, like a noob plunges into water without any safety gear. It took my a few weeks to realise that I am not ready for such a exhaustive form of self defence classes and I must prepare myself, before plunging into it.

Failure #2:
Plunging into competitive exams. Oh my god.. I have no clue why did I ever take the IELTS or the TOEFL without any planning. I took it for the sake of testing myself and yes, I did pass the exams but I failed myself. A couple of times, questions such as "What invisible race am I running?" "Whom am I set to prove?" occurred but the taste of failure, made me chew things that were not palatable. 

Failure #3: 
Courses related to publishing but not writing. I love Publishing and Books but not to the extent that I take up courses which are mildly related to it. I have been a victim of "Do It All" syndrome and I admit, I want to focus on one or two things only. Thanks, family. Phew! 

At times, I wonder, how people bear my mistakes and at times, I wonder, why did I take time to realise it? Like my Dad says, "Genes." 

I may not be the "Oh-So-Perfect" version of me but I am trying. Phew! 

Thanks, Nabeel, for showing me that Failure is therapeutic. 

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