A Dip In Merc-curious Rising

Whenever celebrities are interviewed and are asked about their secret of success, there is almost always a stock answer. "Dream big" and "hard work". These terms are no longer secrets for someone's success. You can use "Dream big" and "hard work" to safely summarize an entire content of a famous person's 1000-page bio or autobiography without even reading a single page. Yet, both these terms are as elusive as they come and are still the privilege of a select few.

In my case, my idea of being big was to own a Merc (a CLS to be precise) by the time I knew how to drive a car. Yea, I am quite a material guy. Yet I am still searching for that elusive Merc (just as the Spanish conquistadors searched for the El Dorado) though its been some years since I learnt to drive. So I started looking back to analyze on what went wrong. A sort of a reality check on why I still can't afford a Merc. One thing sure did stand out. I could never accuse myself of not dreaming big. I was dreaming big while I was supposed to be studying. I was dreaming big when I was supposed to go out and play. Whenever I picked up a textbook, I would doze off like a granny counting on her rosary beads. I preferred to stay inside rather than play ball with other kids. Caught napping was a term that was associated with me like swimming is now associated with Michael Phelps. So in a way I was dreaming big uh.. big time rather. And I dreamt about Mercs too which is definitely a "dream big" thing. Goes without saying that "dream big" part did happen in my life.

So that brings up the question again. Why don't I still have a Merc? My investigations continue. The next thing in my list is "hard work". Now, if you ask me, hard work is a relative term. Some guys can just go on working for 15 hours straight and still look fresh as a daisy. Workaholics! For some, a 2-hour paper-pushing job exhausts them to an extent that you get the feeling that they have been working beyond all human endurance levels. I fall somewhere in-between. Around say, 8-9 hours? I haven't tested myself beyond that. For me that's productive hard work. So looking at where I am today, I think that in-between thing is what is keeping me in-between. Neither a spectacular success nor a spectacular failure. Just a normal average VJ. So I guess I'll still have to wait for that Merc. That wasn't hard. A normal average VJ. Honestly, it is a hard truth to digest. A normal average VJ :-( . Even after popping half-a-dozen antacid pills and downing an alka-seltzer bottle. Normal and average. It would sound real good if I were are celebrity and when interviewed, I'd say, "beneath this famous exterior personality lies just a normal average VJ. A guy-next-door VJ." Dream on. Sigh! For now the spartan Suzuki will do.