My Tryst with FAILURE
My earliest memory of not being able to handle petty inconveniences, failure or some form punishment was when I was sent out of my fifth grade Kannada class because I tried to police someone else for talking during class. I stood outside class incessantly sobbing with my naughty classmate, who was the one wrong initially, thinking "we're equals and that's such a shame." I know this may come off as privileged because how hard could it be, to be the crème of the class at every stage in your life, to be always picked out as the most responsible or the most academically inclined, liked by all the teachers at school and shown as an example by parents for their children, my peers to learn from and look up to. But when you grow up thinking you're the jack and master of all trades, adulthood will be a big disappointment. I broke my leg twice in a year, right before my driver's license tests. At 20, I couldn't clear my CA. Was it because of the pandemic, was it ...