It has been five days since my phone is ‘dead’ and man life without phone is getting frustrating. I have lost count of the times that I put my hands in the pocket with the hope of finding it. Over these days my friends have also developed the habit of asking me to look something up on the internet, leading me to often wonder if they were mocking me.
Thanks to my buddy, he offered me his laptop so that I can at least access Facebook and spend my time on it. And he is already regretting his act of generosity. But yeah, he has to bear it until I get my Samsung J5 Prime repaired or I get a new phone.
Anyway, its almost a week since I have been living without it and as much as it is frustrating I am slowly getting used to this life that I would like to call the ‘hippie life’ because it gives me some kind of relief.
The weekend is here and as usual I don’t have any plans other than the obvious that is to watch football. I came home after today’s class already moaning about how boring the next couple of days are going to be.
With the hope of finding at least bit of latest football transfer updates I logged into my Facebook account as soon as I reached home. Usually, the first thing I find on my feed is football related posts or some sort of trolls.
However, it was different this time. The first thing that caught my eyes was a selfie of my brother (Eldest brother – to those who know me and my family). And the second thing I noticed was that it was not posted by my brother himself.
Is it is his birthday today? Have I missed it again? No way, I am damn sure he shares his birthday with Lionel Messi and if my memory is right the GOAT’s birthday is on 24th June.
Then what is that post supposed to be?
Being too lazy to think about the possibilities, I decided to read the caption that came along with the picture posted by his friend (who also happens to be someone I would like to call a brother and friend at the same time).
The post was a good luck message to my brother who has decided to forget about his educational qualifications for the time being and do what he loves and wants to do. Of course, that deserves a long post on social media in today’s society right?
I felt so happy. I remember one of those family talks that we had at our home. I was trying to make a point to dad and for some unknown reason I was speaking in English that time.
My brother was doing masters in something that he didn’t like much (or didn’t like at all I must say) and his happiness lied elsewhere. He was not forced to do it, but somehow he was made to do it.
Our dad is a very logical person and thinks a lot before deciding something, and he was probably right when he said we cannot find a living with football (that is where my brother’s heart was). Also, dad didn’t find sense in moving to a completely different profession after spending more than six years studying engineering.
The points he made was right but being a person with a mindset that I believe is completely different from my family’s, I started talking (in English…don’t know if anyone took me seriously because of this).
The point I was trying to make was this. There are two types of failures that a man can face. One is to work towards what you want and then fail. And the second is to be scared of failing and completely forget about what you want.
The first one is not your fault, but the second one definitely is. I would rather have my brother belong to the first category than the second.
“One day in the future, I would like my brother to say to his children how he put his heart and soul into something he wanted so badly but couldn’t achieve instead of telling them how their dad got scared of failing in the process so he quit trying”, I said that day.
I still don’t think anyone took me seriously but I am so happy that my brother has finally decided to walk towards his destination rather than take a vehicle to the destination where others want him to go.
Good luck and congrats brother! You are always in my prayers.
Now, that was my brother’s story. Let me tell you a small one from my past week. At the end of his class, one of my lecturers informed us about an internship opportunity in a sports website. Immediately after passing on the information he goes on to say that Sports Journalism is “useless”.
Me, being a person very much involved in sports writing and football journalism, got into a discussion (an argument according to one of the witnesses).
During the discussion he asked me why would I even write about football. I went on to give him a sort of long answer and one of the reasons that I gave him was that I find happiness in doing it. It is what I want to do and hence, I do it. Simple rie?
I am a person who does not believe in having a career and getting settled and blah blah blah. Happiness is what I consider to be my aim.
Today I find happiness in writing about football, so I do it. Tomorrow if I feel that I will feel happy on the streets, I will try it out. Or if I feel that happiness is travelling to Dubai and staying in a luxury hotel, I will work for that. If my happiness lies in spending all my time with someone, I am all ready to sell that favourite watch of mine.
That is how happiness works for me and I believe that is how it should work for everyone as well.
I would rather talk to people about how I failed in my attempt to become a successful football journalist rather than tell them about how I succeeded as a ‘something that I never wanted to be’.
If you have to walk a long way to your destination do that, but never let people tell you where to go.