Struggle is
more attractive than success.
Yes,
Struggle is that boy who forgets to shave. His loose denim and crushed Panjabi
smell of cheap tobacco.
He tells
tale of impossible dreams. He expresses agony towards all and every norm. He
breaks free. Passionate in love. He kisses like there’s no tomorrow. He is
violent, he hurts. And at the same time
he becomes a fiery addiction.
Success is
sophisticated. The elegant saree clad woman, with nerd glasses. Stares at you
with a glare. Her expensive perfume makes you feel like a second class citizen.
She ruffles your hair, but never mingles with your soul. One moment she is in
your arms, the very next moment she is cold.
A comfort, she
plays with, is so smooth; it makes you queasy.
You want to
retain her. You want to be her lifetime.
But alas, for some of us…that old intoxicating boy...with impossible dreams-
remains the chosen poison!
Yes, to me…struggle
is sexier than success!
