This article is no science or a phenomenon or some vicious technology like the others. Sometimes, I got to think, that if I was interrogated by someone about something that I can claim, I am ‘the best’ at. What would I say? In my 20 years of living on this planet, I guess I rarely have mastered any sort of activity either some sport or some music or literature, to any other discrete activity. I have tried many things in life with the best blessings and support of my family, but none is, that I can claim my mastery at. I have a habit of starting new things that attract me, then try it for a few days or weeks and then abandon it to begin with something new. This trail has accompanied me, my whole life, leaving me with no perfection in any extra-curricular abilities. For instance, once I went to a local music concert, the next week I remember, I bought a guitar, even went for music coaching for two to three days and never showed up again. I could literally play nothing more than ‘Happy Birthday’ hymn on a guitar. Another fine day, I saw a guy in my locality with a fine built, his biceps tearing his t-shirt, veins peeping out of his arms, so I bought a pair of dumbbells, exercised rigorously for a week until they were packed in a box, the same box in every house, from which, ancient things come out when it is reopened, years after (maybe by successive generations). Then it was a football season, I guess FIFA 2010 when I bought a football kit seeing myself as a replacement for Kaka my then favourite player. I also tried my hand on sports like table tennis and basketball but the same recital every time.
These are a few from the heap of unproductive activities I have tried in my life, which are now nothing more than a few happy memories whose evidence exist only in my head. When I talk to people about all this, they say its the beginning and there is too much to come. But first, being a bit savage, I don’t think me and my peer group is going to live healthy for more than 20-25 years from now with this shitty lifestyle that we chose. Second, when I peep into the tunnel that leads to my future, which is times hazier than the air in Delhi, I see nothing but me running for comforts and recognition and not chasing what I like. Well, this is how this world behaves.
One must work invincibly until he figures out what best he can contribute to the world. Only one’s fierce commitment to their dream, confirms whether they are on the righteous path.
One must try their best to find out at the earliest, what they are good at. Maybe one never gets to know his real ambition in his monotonous life. I do believe, however, that there is some job or career or lifestyle best suited for every individual’s unique combination of personality traits and skills that bring him or her satisfaction. According to some surveys, not more than 15- 20 percent of people get their dream job. Those who get are the people you see every day on television, on newspapers, on magazines; they become the gods in their field because there is no halt in their hard work but only passionate working. These are the souls who live their life and not survive like the left-over population.
Perhaps, realizing all this makes no difference, life goes on, time passes, day by day, year by year until the new beginning.
TESSERACT 
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