Understanding ‘Try Try Till You Succeed’

How seriously should you follow the saying ‘Try Try till you succeed’?

An age old saying tells us to ‘try try till we get success in whatever we were attempting’. So, we should probably forget every other thing and just keep on trying to do that. We should not let a failure become hindrance in our efforts. We should move on, learning from our failures and doing better than before.

But till what time should we continue trying? The thought, like most economics theories, was made making reasonable assumptions of our lives. But in real life, our resources are limited and so are our options. We can’t just keep on trying without having money to try and without having food to feed to everyone in our house.

Any thought, you say it, isn’t a Rule of Thumb. It should never be blindly followed, no matter what. We should always keep our eyes open to see the world practically.


Recently, results were declared for many educational exams, and while some may have soared into success, other might not have been that lucky.

The next big question that haunts them is- “Shall they try one more time?”. This question troubles almost every one who faces failure in their life. While it may seem obvious, the decision to try one more time is not so simple to take.

Apart from other social “burden” like family, marriage, society and comparison with others would harass us all the time, we need to think clear and ask ourselves- “Will my trying one more time, and the probable success worth the try and time?” “Or can I make something better out of the time and energy that I save from not trying one more time?”

A thorough analysis before answering these questions would definitely help taking better decisions than just following the saying ‘Try try…’ In my understanding, try try… signify that we keep on trying to do something good out of our efforts, and not to keep on trying on the same option that we were working on. Sometimes, our failure is just another opportunity to find some other opportunity. The only problem is we need to realize that and take a step, in another direction may be. You must hit a goal in Football, not necessarily from the same spot you failed to do last time.

So, people who have failed in their last attempt to something, do not just take one more try. Analyse your options, and quantify the cost & benefits of trying one more time. Take try try as a motivation to get up after each fall, but don’t keep on walking the same road if you don’t like it. There are many roads to walk on, even some yet not made, may be by you in future… πŸ˜‰


Love the New!

Remember the feeling, when as a little kid, you were all excited and eager to show your new school bag to other school kids, teachers, the bus driver and even the stranger sitting around that street corner?

You tried to show it to everyone you came across. As a kid, you were not that shy, so you showed it upfront to everyone. You took that everywhere. Even after school, you never did let go of the bag. You took it with you even to the bed!

You didn’t let anyone touch it or take it from you. You took great care of it, such that even a tiny little dust particle on it annoyed you.

And then slowly, things would dry out. And your attention would switch over to other things. And then again, there would be something new… And the cycle would repeat!

(If the above references of “you” weren’t meant for you, read them as for “me”… πŸ˜› )

Well, I still get that feeling. Even today, when I buy something new, I want people to notice that. I try to keep it in everyone’s visibility, that they might notice it. Like a child, I feel so happy when someone comments on that thing.

But unlike earlier days, I’ve grown shy. I am not able to tell everyone, show it to everyone that I got something new. I can only wish that they will notice.


Earlier this day, I bought a new water flask. My mother had put it in my backpack that day itself. I was gonna take it to office next day in the morning. But still at night, I had butterflies in my stomach.

I got up several times to check if the bottle was put at the right place. I picked it up and checked its 360Β° view to see if everything was fine. And then imagined how others would probably react to my new flask the next day morning.

Next day, the first thing I did after getting to my desk was to take out that flask. While going towards the water storage, I kept it visible to all eyes. And when I got back, I deliberately made sound while placing it on my desk, just to get everyone’s attention. 😝

While I got comments that I wanted, I wondered what the next new thing would be. And when…! (I brushed clean the flask several times that day.)

Yes, I behaved like a child… πŸ˜„ But isn’t that what I really am? From inside..? πŸ˜‹

Does this happen to you?

Cooking with(out) mum


Food is the greatest motivator in this world. Nothing can motivate a person or any creature to do things that he had not even imagined.

For a person like me, who had spent his 20 years without even peeling the banana on his own (okay that was exaggerated :P) tried cooking his food all by himself.

The reason, the inspiration? Sudden interest in cooking? No…
Competition? No…
Money? Never…
Some sort of eye-opener, some provoking, mind-changing idea or lesson? You’re kidding, right? πŸ˜›

The only thing that inspired me to do this was food! πŸ˜€ Yeah… You read it right.

I was hungry and I was sick of eating the same tasteless food at those expensive restaurants. So this is a narrative how it happened…


It was early morning, and my eyes opened (kinda strange as I usually wake up late and last night I slept at 3 in the morning and, hey, it was Sunday!) I did the usual stuff and went to my kitchen to see if I can find anything to put into my mouth. (That’s the first thing I do every morning… Food inspires me to live! :D)

There was nothing to put in my mouth directly. I checked the vegies section, and oh boy! Things were so rotten! (I had bought them, thinking that I would be preparing something, but the me inside me was never gonna put some efforts onto things he love – here to eat! πŸ˜›

I was about to throw everything in the garbage. But then I thought – how will I know that the things I am throwing are actually rotten? Except for those food that smell bad or transform into something like decomposed manure, I can not know that the food has actually rotten.

Normally, the search engines over the Internet are my only refuge in circumstances of “not-being-sure-what-to-do”, or even in circumstances of “almost-every-time”. But with cooking, no no no no no no…! (Remember Small Wonder? πŸ˜›)

Help for cooking can only and only be taken from your mother. She’s the encyclopedia of cooking the food you know and like. There would be several database all over the web giving you detailed guidelines for cooking the perfect food, but do you like that? No.

You love the food your mother cooks for you. Yes there are things that your mother don’t cook, but for that we already have international restaurant chains. For the food that you eat everyday, mum’s your only rescue.

So I called her, and described in my lame and child-like way, the condition of vegetable. She understands my way well, hence, she stated what was to be thrown and what could be used. So in the end, I was left with four potatoes, some chili and some other things I don’t know the names of :D. I had bread. And I had all the equipments to cook. The only thing needed was knowledge and motivation.

Now my morning hunger had given me huge motivation to cook, but I always used to back out of it due to my past experience of cooking, which were disastrous for me, probably hilarious for you; and they didn’t consist of vegetable or floor or any such complex material (I mean they were ready-to-cook-packed-food only :P).

So I took a deep breath and started… But wait – from where?

*Calling mum* πŸ˜›

She told me what to do in a five minute conversation, step-by-step, process-by-process. So I started…

First thing was to peel off the potato. Now for those who know cooking, this is not a hard task at all, but please spare me, I had not even held knife in my whole life. (Exaggerating again… :P)

With a few instances of potato slipping away from me, I managed to do this. Then came steaming them. Now the tricky part was to put water in it. But what quantity? Mother said only that much to just sink the potatoes 1/5th in it. I calculated using my vision scale and put in exactly 1/5th potato deep water in the vessel. Put on the lid tight and waited for the whistles to blow.

The first one blew. I had to wait till three. So I went back to the paused movie… But then, one after other, the three whistles came real quick! I remembered my mother cooking and her whistles were little longer and had enough gap between two. I opened the lid to see that potato had not changed a bit. I put them again, and called mother. She told to do that yet another three times, probably I must have put more than required water (Actually the vessel had changed, the 1/5th calculation was for some other vessel πŸ˜› This I came to know afterwards…)

I did the three times whistling four times. Finally the potato were as I wanted them to be. I crushed them and then put it in other container. Now, again the difficult task was to add different spices in it. I knew what all is to be added. I even knew their internal ratio – 2:3:6:10 (Yes, I had it calculated using the measurement converter app :D). But the problem was I couldn’t know the multiple that was required in this ratio for the quantity of food I was cooking.

Still I tried mixing stuff. Took a little bit of it and it tasted like – well it didn’t taste anything at all. Mother…

She told me to put a little more of some of them. I did that, but still it didn’t taste like it tasted for mother’s. I tried several experimental combinations of all the spices and could finally achieve the exact taste of the thing as my mother used to make. Wow! I felt like I had saved the humanity from the oncoming alien attack from three different alien planets together, all by myself…!! πŸ˜€

I quickly did the rest of the procedure of stirring and waiting and again stirring, and finally, voila! My dish was ready.

I felt so happy eating the stuff I had prepared and I was awesomely inspired for cooking more. (Actually I had cooked several times recently, but all those time, my mother was besides me to help me out. She did all the tricky parts, and I did all the cutting and mixing and stirring stuff.)


The good thing about being able to cook is that you can cook at any odd time and eat as many times as you like… πŸ˜›

So I drew a conclusion from this episode of my life… Food is the greatest of all motivators. It can inspire someone to create an amazing product, it can inspire someone to invent a great idea, it can inspire someone to work day-night and can inspire someone to travel miles on his feet.

If food was available in appropriate quantities to each and every living creature in this world, the world would have been a peaceful place. What do you think?

(Or at least I would be the happiest person in the whole universe, with nothing to do except eating! πŸ˜› :D)

A Year of Papyrophobia


After almost one year of booklessness, I started reading again…

Few years back, I was pursuing this professional course, which required a little too much reading on my part. By the time I had completed the course, I felt so much annoyed whenever I had to read anything on paper. Forget about reading a book, I couldn’t even read a newspaper. I had even stopped peaking in to what someone else’s reading while sitting in the bus. I switched over to my phone for all the reading that I needed. I had completely dumped all the papers from my life. You can even say that I had almost behaved like having Papyrophobia.

And then I got in to IT industry, which was almost paperless work. It took me almost a year to recover from that phobia and to accept reading books again.

Yesterday, I started reading a book, and guess what! All the memories started flooding in my mind. All the books that I had read, the feeling when you flip through those pages, trying to know more and more of what’s written inside and constantly thinking about what the author would serve you with on pages to come…

I remembered and practiced all my reading styles – sitting, sleeping, upside-down hanging, walking, above-the-cupboard reading, laying-on-the-grass reading, sitting-on-the-water-tank reading… (Yeah they will sound more than just weird, but that’s me… :P)

I read the book constantly for about an hour and then I realized how much I missed it. How much I wanted to read those books I had planned to read for all the time! How many books I had in my wishlist…!

Reading makes you think and interpret and try to guess what the author would’ve wanna say, and then think over it again and again. Reading gives you so much of new information, increases your vocabulary and even is a nice pass time – a minimal effort activity even. Reading is exploration, reading is imagination, reading is going beyond boundaries, reading is finding yourself… Reading is fun.

But when I thought over it, it was a little difficult to read now, after a long pause. Not due to the pause, but due to the way our lifestyle has changed over these years…

Earlier I used to charge my phone once in four-five days, and now I have to charge it twice a day – not that the battery is bad, but my usage has increased a lot. My idle time, which earlier was occupied with reading or writing some stuff, now goes wasted in checking people’s status updates online.

I used to love reading stories and used to read them (almost) over a go… But now, that is replaced with watching movies. I seldom “try” to read anything, b’cuz probably all of it is available either in verbal or visual form and I don’t want to put more efforts in getting the information.

So have you felt this way lately? Do you see a change overtaking us, a change in the pattern we spend our time? Apart from wasting it at office and sleeping, do we have started wasting it over those screens?

So I would suggest you people, put your smartphones aside and go out do something “real”… you might be surprised what you have had missed for all this time you were looking on that screen πŸ˜‰

As they say, a phobia is only in our head. Just do it and the phobia is gone…


What to do on your birthday?


Here are some ways to celebrate that not-so-grand-but-heavily-overrated-celebrationBirthday.

Social Way:
Go and explore your surroundings, you’d find various social causes to which you can contribute in some way.

For example, old age houses, orphanage, place for disabled (I prefer calling them specially abled), etc.

Those people would love to celebrate your birthday. Just go to them with balloons, cake and stuff, if you can, or just empty handed with a big smile on your face. I tell you, you’ll remember that day for whole of your life…

If you can’t find anything, donate blood. Probably cheapest way to help the society.

Nature-Lover Way:
Rise up early and go out to some point where you can clearly see the sun rise up from the ground (literary). See the birds flying, the fresh air and the smell of wet grass.

Go visit some village, if you are not there already. In India, we are blessed with so many naturally beautiful villages which are not taken over by Concrete Monsters :O (Yes, I love cartoons πŸ˜›)

Thanksgiving Way:
Celebrate your birthday by giving chocolates/sweets to people who help you in everyday life, like, watchman, laundry guy, garbage collector, milkman, etc etc.

Emotional Way:
Go spend time with your family, especially your mum. This was the day she first saw you πŸ™‚

Geek Way:
Go online and search the history to get what all happened on your birthday in past.

Bookworm Way:
Keep reading your books, buddy…

Lazy Way:
Keep watching that fan above your head spin round and round whole day long… πŸ˜‰

Food Lover Way:
Give yourself a treat mahn! Go eat out in some amazing and unique place you have never been to… Eat… Drink… Yummmm! πŸ˜‰

Cool (but outdated) Way:
Celebrate it with your friends and family… Go party hard.

Real Cool Way:
Do something new, you have never done before in your life, on each of your birthday… It can be anything, just anything, but it should be new and unique on each birthday. Cool, ain’t it!!! πŸ˜€

My way:
Wake up real late,
Don’t go to school/office or any such boring place,
Switch off your phone and dump all your responsibilities in the garbage box,
Don’t listen to anyone telling you to do anything,
My own manipulated version of ‘Real Cool Way’ stated above, (I won’t tell you what’s that :P)
Play guitar, sing all your heart out, beat those drums real hard,
Take out your Xbox and play Need for Speed like a maniac! πŸ˜€
(Yes, I’m a Music and Games lover too…)

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