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Loser

By Rajendra Galagali


When we look at our lives at any point of time or in any aspect, we would see ourselves always engaged in some or the other activity. There we come to a concluding point that if we did not complete or cross the mark which we have marked as “a winning border”, we feel that we have lost everything at that point of time. Does that mean we are not fit to achieve thing or does it mean we are losers for life?

I am not here to define life as a land of fairy tales where everything will be colorful or everything will be easy to get if we just move ahead with having a will to achieve it. No, it’s not definitely like that. While achieving something, we will lose many things for sure and will feel miserable about it. I am not one among those who believe that losing teaches you the things that winning does not. But what losing makes is that it gives you the ‘me’ time which is expected by everyone where you can find what sort of things should be done so that we do not lose or loose in a better position.




If I never loose in life, I will be a winner some day in my life. But if I lose sometimes in life, I will not be just a winner but a better winner in my beautiful life. The only reason behind this is that it brings the brutal version of yourself when it comes to that particular achievable target or goal which you have set for yourself. It definitely brings “In act Practical Purposefulness” to you which makes you understand the things in a better way. And without losing, the tag of winner does not seem to be as valuable as when you get it by losing every single time and get up and fight for it again.

The King has eternally pierced in everyone’s heart that “Haar ke jeeetne wale ko hi Baazigar kehte hai”.


By Rajendra Galagali




 
 
 

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