Monday, 29 June 2015

What is faith?

In the beginning this might seem like a very doltish a question to ask. Ever since we assume control of some of our senses, we entrust someone or the other for our well being and our protection. Right from the cuddling arms of our mother to the protective custody of our father to the safe house in our own home. We vest our absolute and verily trust in those whom we hold rather sacred in our premise of life. So trust is pretty commonplace. But faith means submission to someone or something we consider supreme. Faith is in fact concomitant with admiration, belief and genuine devotion at times. While we often misplace trust on a lot many occasions, faith is replete and sacrosanct. A misplacement of faith in either a surreal individual or a hallowed entity, can literally pummel the inner fabric of human conscience. So, I guess now you know what faith I'm talking about. 

Over the last couple of years, I've made it a habit to observe life for what it is than to make conscious and deliberate attempts to change its course. I've started acting like a dilettante who dallies with life. In layman terms, I can be termed indifferent but for me, life makes much more sense this way. I've observed people's trust getting crumbled and withered to pieces and I've seen their resurrection with stolidness and fortitude. I've seen people falter and I've seen them move back to the course they chose to follow. And I've seen the follies in the ways we all lead our lives. But only on one or two occasions did I see someone renouncing their faith either in search for a new one, or to abdicate the idea of faith altogether! 

So all these observations propelled me to contemplate on the idea of faith and to delve into the roots of my own. One thing that we all do as zealots is to tie faith with religion. You can tie faith with gods or consecrated ideals enshrined in holy books of religions, but faith in religion itself seems a little too frail and fickle. The ones I saw lose out on their faith were shattered not because their faith didn't pay back. We all inevitably end up having our primordial faith in our religion and hence we also end up having faith in so many things. We vest our faith in idols, in worshiping, places of worshiping, in priests and what not. And that in itself is fallacious. We can trust all of them to do their jobs but having faith in them leaves no scope for error. And hence any deviation from the course we expect is tantamount to subjugation. So every instance of invalid payback from our faith results in a dent. And over time, these dents result in irreparable damages which wither and wane our ultimate belief, and because of which we lose on on something we held so dear; our own faith! 

So, while I, a bungling guy who is no more than an average minion, may be too privative to say this, but faith needs to be placed in something much more formidable and everlasting than religion. Religions are subject to transformation and evolution, and those religions that resist change are doomed for cessation. However, the holy and the divine powers of creation, destruction and resurrection are perpetual and don't have neither an end nor a beginning. Call it the forces of the universe, or call them god. The collective phenomena which were also responsible for mankind's evolution to what we are today, seem to be the only thing worthy enough for us to place our faith in. 

We human beings are jejune and naive enough to place our faith in tangible things when faith in itself is so ineffable and exists only at a psychic level. Faith begets a way of life and we can't owe our very existence to something we witnessed only after we were born. We owe our existence partially to our parents, and partially to the force that created both our parents and us. Once again it may be unedifying to preach and follow something we can't see or feel but even during our prayers, we close our eyes and evoke the unseen. So faith should have its roots in something that we can never witness but only seek. Because in that way, our faith acts as a silent protector, a constant companion and an emphatic ombudsman. Faith is for real only when we see realize how powerful it can be, and faith is the most supreme and indomitable of all feelings, thoughts and emotions on the planet. So the next time you think about faith, remember how omnipotent it is.

"Be free from fear, be fearless, and have faith in the divine."

  - Bhagavad Gita 16.1

Tuesday, 23 June 2015

A final boarding call to all my fellow AITians.

Back in my own time at AIT, there were largely three kinds of people. Ones who cribbed and whined and whimpered everyday about the somber job prospects, the ever looming placement scenario and the way out in the form of some PG(GATE/CAT/PO/Some new godforsaken exam which a distant relative suggested seeing your plight). Then there was the cohort of the rather sententious sort which believed in gaining all it could gain out of the institute, and then to see what came out of it. Basically they knew they're screwed and they just didn't want to get screwed further by getting into the never ending loop of re-exams and revals. And the third category is hard to define because it included people whom you could see only when there was either an exam or a book distribution ceremony(It looked more like a ceremony because you never saw so many AITians together at any one point of time otherwise!). Now I don't know what proclivities people from the three categories have in regards to the institute, but there is one place we all gotta be this Sunday, the 28th. And that's our good old AIT!  

My batch spent a year at our erstwhile campus in Shakarpur, which was too small to do anything substantial, and then 3 years at the new campus which turned out to be a little too big(Love birds didn't find it a problem because they now had space for assignations. But then we didn't have many love birds back then. All credit to IGIT of course!). We spent the first one year not knowing what to do because we were bamboozled with books and subjects of all sorts so we thought why not! Then we spent the second year realizing that the fourth year is in absolute tatters, and also seeing the one odd guy dancing with joy after converting DCE(No surprise they wanted to name us EDCE. Oh! We still have that plan on the cards I guess.). We spent the first half of third year mentally preparing ourselves for the DSP exam that stared from a 6 months yonder. And the second half was spent crying on our collective tragedy after the exam was over. And the fourth year was part mayhem and part tranquil. Mayhem because every position on offer by every company was to be fought for. And tranquil because only a handful of companies finally visited the campus. In a nutshell, we entered the campus, anxious, confused, perplexed, and largely not knowing what to do. And 4 years later, we took our egress pretty much the same way! 

Now it's been a long time since we all passed out. I'm not sure how well we've done the job of staying in touch with all that has happened at the institute. To set the record straight I haven't even collected my degree certificate yet! But all of a sudden I feel like going back. It's this rather eerie feeling of knowing you may not find many of your pals but you may still end up finding solace in the same sight of the red and cream which is forcing me. Every single batch had a set of harbingers who'd move heaven and hell to take AIT to the hilt(I wasn't one of them and I regret not being one, only today). I still remember my senior Kanhaiya Kumar individually apprising all the rickshaw walas at Shakarpur T point back in 07' that an institute named AIT is situated right inside the polytechnic campus. His efforts may not have born fruit that day because we could manage only a modicum of crowd at Conversance 07' which otherwise was pretty variegated. But just a few days back we had this list featuring AIT as one of top of the table govt run campuses. And that I guess is a testimony to the fact that collectively, and all throughout these years, we have moved and that too in the right direction! 

Things have changed, authorities have evolved, and the TPO is still for the namesake with added glass barriers outside his office so that he could save himself from stone pelting. But I see a lot of change in various other facets. I see culture, I see activity and I see some effervescence which is surreal enough to remind me of my own times. So, at the end of this rather long litany, I can only urge all of you that this Sunday, there is no other place I'll rather be, than to be at the place where we spent a profound 4 years of our life. It doesn't matter if we felt rewarded or reneged, it doesn't matter the name AIT ensues in respect or remorse, and it doesn't matter how and where your life took you post AIT. You spent time in the place and the place shall be happy to have to back for an evanescent afternoon. I'm not sure how many of us will make it and from what all batches, but trust me when I tell you, the sight of the trademark foyer, the rubicund red, the still not so equipped canteen, and the staircase(Now enhanced with Mike's magnum opus) are surely worth relishing again. See you there!  

Friday, 19 June 2015

Should we really be proud?

Over the last couple of days, I came across a rather startling realization. We've been told ever since we're able to comprehend anything that we should really be proud of being an Indian. And then there are facets which we all are inundated with, and this process goes on for a lifetime. It seems as if someone had taken the onus of continuous reinforcement of the fact that you just have to be proud of being an Indian, irrespective of all the crap that's present around otherwise. And while a lot of the things we are told to be proud about in their pleonasms hold pretty well, I asked myself this question, "Should I really be proud" about some of the other things they boast of? So as a result of my mental brawl on getting an answer to the question, I've decided to start a series on it to get your opinions. And we'd be taking one tenet of supposed pride at a time. 

Of being the largest democracy in the world

In what has assumed a rather sanctimonious position in not only our thoughts but also in our curricula, our democracy, enshrined in the big bulky constitution, has assumed an irrefutable stance on the landscape of our destiny. We are asked to take pride in the fact that we have the four pillars acting as collective guardians of a nation that has more people than maybe100 countries combined. We're told to puff our chest with conceit whenever we hear about the rights our constitution endows upon us and we are supposed to flaunt the indelible ink on our fingers to mark respect for our overall constitutional establishment. We're given so much of hubris on this democracy of ours that we literally drivel whenever we see elections and we can only sing peans for the magnificent structure that makes sure fair and transparent elections are carried out. So much to be happy about, right? Na! actually there is a lot more to be concerned about in there. 

While patriotically, the elections are a testimony to our freedom struggle and the pangs and travails our forefathers went through to bestow upon us a nation of our own. But think of why it's the largest democracy. Why we have such a humongous system in place and what comes out of it, and you'll see the real picture. We are the largest democracy because we've got such a gargantuan population, dammit! I mean what's there in it to be so proud about. In fact such a tremendous population is just a liability with the ever increasing unemployment and burden on our already constrained resources. So by taking pride in being the largest democracy, we are inherently being haughty on having 10 times more people than our PDS(Public Distribution System) and other authorities can cater to. Now I don't really know if that is something worth taking pride in. 

On the other hand, it makes sense to see what comes out of a democracy. While it's completely acceptable than countries with autarky would cringe and cower because they never get to choose our leaders.  In essence we too are no different. We've got two main parties at the center(We actually had only one for the first 4 decades!) and while the prime leader is elected by us, we really don't have any more than 2-3 options at any point of time. The two parties propound two core ideologies and while the BJP has a miniature democracy within the party to project someone as a leadership nominee, the Congress doesn't even have that because of their incessant subservience to the Gandhi dynasty. So at the center, we never really have any options but to elect one who is allegedly tainted, or to elect other who doesn't even know how to run his own district.

And move to the states and the situation is far worse. We've got two party oligopolies almost everywhere. UP, TN, AP, all have two parties with a handful of prospective alliance parties dominating the scene. Now talk about using the democracy as a tool and changing the system by starting a party of your own. Well, in a country where nearly half of the people would vote for caste, or for some perks or who are too gullile to believe that some freebies would come their way, it'll take years to rise above the tomfoolery and win. And even if you end up being a formidable opponent,you're likely to be decimated by some opponent who sees you as a threat and who has got many such threats murdered before. And for those who're able to soar beyond all of it, like the AAP of today and JP of the late 70's, you already know what demagogs they turn out to be later on. 

So in essence, there isn't a single thing which should stand out as a good enough reason for me to be proud of being a part of the largest democracy in the world. Can you give me one to be feel that way again?

Tuesday, 16 June 2015

Why I'll watch Breaking Bad again instead of going for GoT.

Okay, upfront I'll have to admit I'm scared I might have to face some flak for this, but I couldn't just keep this feeling to myself so it was rather inevitable for it to come on the blog. Over the last few days I've been witnessing quite some hoopla over the season finale of GoT with every other post on Facebook either expressing elation on someone finding a new hero, or dejection on someone being sad that their Mondays will be bereft of all the pleasure and all. Now I've been a it of a fanatic when it comes to a television series which has a lot of ballyhooing around it and I went on to watch and became a lifetime admirer of Prison Break, Dexter, Supernatural, Hostages, The Blacklist and many more by virtue of recommendations that I got. In fact I'm pretty ardent on literally devouring episodes when I fall in love with a concept. I'd muster all the episodes in no time at all and there have been times when I've burnt the midnight oil to finish entire seasons in a day! So there's no denying that I've got appetite for more of similar nature and I can get time as well. But yet something grotesque is preventing me from falling in love with GoT, the way I fell with many more concepts in the past. And that reason ins Breaking Bad. 

Very rarely does it happen that you become so regaled by some idea that you embrace it like anything. In a way that idea entangles you in such a way that you get cloistered in it's spell and you can't move out. That's what Breaking Bad did to me around a year ago. With many folks at the JS Hall boys hostel having made mentions of Walter White(With one actually being intrepid enough to keep Walter as the wifi password), I was tempted to go for it. I was involved in the much important task of finishing off Dexter and Supernatural back then and it was of paramount importance that I finished them first before changing tracks resulting in a mental potpourri. But I thought that Breaking Bad's first season was a pilot and had a paltry 3 episodes. And a series can't suddenly get so addictive that you leave everything else and want to just watch one more episode, right? And it's precisely then that I realized that my love for Breaking Bad was tru love indeed. No bounds, no restrains and no holds barred. Like a paramour enchanting a marabout. It was all too surreal for me!

I finished watching the whole 5 seasons of Breaking Bad with so much dedication and with such a penchant for the unveiling of Walter White's unrestrained tale that I just went on with the flow. I thoroughly enjoyed every bit of that circuitous tale. I was rather befuddled by how much a man can take. I was surprised to see what unflinching determination can do. And I was flummoxed to see how much a man can transform. And most importantly, Breaking Bad taught me that fear is what you tell yourself to be the reason why something is not possible. In short, those 5 seasons of Breaking Bad were not just pure entertainment. They inundated me with life lessons. And they chose not to do it in a didactic or dogmatic way. They did in a blunt but straightforward way. It hits you where it has to and it enraptures you as and when the need arises. 

While watching Breaking Bad, I witnessed an eerie sense of satisfaction which is not often concomitant with entertainment. It's pretty much the same feeling I got while watching Inception or The Shawshank Redemption for that matter. When something that you never envisaged, but something that you can still savor so easily hits the screen, you just get smitten by it. Breaking Bad was the metamorphosis of a man's character, which turned from malleable to stolid, and from wrought to solid and in no time at all. It tells you time and again that every adversity is partially there and partially attributable to our inveterate habit of circumventing risks. We avoid trailblazing and we become victims of our own puritanical demeanor. Breaking Bad shows that how much we fear consequences instead of doing what we can do best. And while it obviously associates abrogation with the idea of breaking oneself free, in essence Breaking Bad tells you that one thing is all powerful to create stories worth telling. And it's your destiny. You can either be a recreant and take the all conservative path to your own fiefdom. Or you can break free and unlock the beast waiting inside. 

Now while Breaking Bad is over with Better Call Saul providing veracious fans with something to reminisce the good old Saul Goodman's vice wisdom, GoT is still up for grabs. But for some reason, despite a handful of people having suggested me to go and watch it, I'm not in for it yet. I know of the central theme and the leitmotif and I know I can't compare it with anything else without watching it. In fact I admire the overall idea as well. But something keeps telling me that what Breaking Bad had endowed me with is much more than just 5 seasons of wham bam and thank you mam kind of entertainment. Breaking Bad has told me that the only thing that can hold you back is the conjured layer of fear and apprehensions we create around our basic conscience. And despite all the spiels the GoT fans are rolling all around, something still remains amiss. While I definitely have to watch GoT and maybe I'll do it when the smuttiness around its fanfare has died, but for now, I feel like having another dose of Breaking Bad. So if you have a reason strong enough to convince me to change my decision, drop it in the comments section and we'll have a great conversation. And if yo haven't watched Breaking Bad yet, well you've no idea what you missed out on.

Sunday, 14 June 2015

Equality is a myth!

Back in the late 1800's when capitalism became the engine of transformation and collective human progress, there were many thought leaders from all over the world who postulated various theories for the way forward. Most of these theories were very simplistic in premise and adhered to the basic Darwinian tenet of the "Survival of the fittest:. It was said that as long as man remained a primate, the fight and the struggle was for the fundamental resources like food, firewood and partners. However as civilizations became more evolved and formidable, the struggle was now for the prime instruments that helped the rulers reign over the modern society - money and power. All class struggles, all bourgeoisie v/s proletariat skirmishes and all major killings and wars could be attributed to the stark disparity between the rich and the poor, and the powerful and the minions. And that, ladies and gentlemen, was social Darwinism in action. 

For a long time, Laissez Faire capitalism, which said that free markets were the perfect natural simulation, was the rule of the game. Markets were for everyone to buy and sell from and to. The most astute of businesses survive, and others get winnowed away. It was actually considered acceptable because we were still mammals, and mammals being animals, and animals being natural organisms, had to conform to the basic Darwinian maxim. The ones who succeeded in getting wealth and power, would righteously pass it on to their progeny, which would further evolve and strengthen their entire pedigree. It's pretty much what animals do, and that's pretty much what leads to natural evolution. The selected families which accumulate their traits and their bounty of acquired resources over the generations would become more and more profound and that leads to incessant improvements, which ultimately lead to more advanced species coming to the fore. But alas, mankind has a satyriasis for tinkering with nature, and so we did again.

The end of 19th century was marked by massive public ordeal, which was substantial enough to knock out the cogs and the wheels of the engine of Laissez Faire capitalism. Suddenly there were massive civil wars and rulers were getting usurped out of power. There was hue and cry over capitalism coupled with imperialism, leading to downtrodden lives of millions. Abject poverty, when led by some new concepts developed by more radical leaders, led to massive revolutions, most of which led to power transfers that came with the promise of ideological changes. Suddenly, socialism took over the general zeitgeist and everyone believed that true happiness of all can be ploughed out of truly socialist societies. In an instant, all the mendicants who were denied prosperity for so long, now started believing in the concept of equality. Even the top level global organizations like the befallen League of Nations, and it's phony redux UN, were based on the principles of promoting equality. Moreover, even the preamble of our constitution, one from the largest democracy of the world, enshrined equality in writing. Fundamental rights, legal provisions, and almost every other caveat in the modern world was predicated on equality, and everyone savored the aplomb of a utopic world coming into existence. Did equality ever arrive?

A recently concluded OxFam study indicated that the global disparity is only on the rise. More than half of the global wealth is now controlled and held by less than 1% of the global population. So equality of well being and prosperity has definitely gone for a toss. On the other hand when it comes to the wielding of power, while democratic citizens can boast of their voting rights, they never realized the tomfoolery all around them. In the US for example, the two harbingers of the two prime ideologies, the democrats and the republics, became the ultimate authority to choose from. And while only congenial and trustworthy candidates contest for presidential elections, the power lobbies that run at the behest of the corporates always influence the major decisions. So ultimately, the real power still rests with only a handful of people, who work in a way so discreet and furtive, that you're made to believe you still have a say! And we never realized we were dunces and no more.

Yes, paupers rose to power and lower castes and sects saw a rise in status. Be it Obama becoming the president of the US, or Mayawati becoming the CM of UP. These phenomenal power swings were never possible without the step over to equality. So now as the blacks progressed in the US, and the dalits in UP, did you actually believe no one is at a loss. Just think of it in terms of the limited pool of resources. As more and more resources move towards the ones who were denuded and deprived, the same is now not available for those who once enjoyed it. Now the main argument here is that those who enjoyed them, have already enjoyed enough. But ironically, the resources that go out to help the paupers who needed them, were taken off those who were already suffering, or who were just at the threshold, and whose predicament no one took a note of. The disparity still stays there, with the situation of some becoming less abject, at the cost of someone else whose life worsens.

Consider reservations in India for example. Every seat that goes to a minority candidate, deprives someone else from getting the same. Now the proponents of equality would say that if this seat came from someone who probably doesn't really need it as much as the indigent and destitute, then it's equality in play. However, more often than not, this seat that went to a needy candidate actually came from some someone who did not have the minority tag, but someone who was in as much or even more dearth than the one who got it. So while the seat was supposed to go away from someone who may have had some privileges tantamount to attainment of luxury, it actually goes out of the kitty of someone else who desperately needed it. Hence the rich and the powerful have set up the systems and provisions in place to make sure that they never have to bear the brunt. And while the society lives in the aplomb that the poor are seeing upliftment, it's actually making someone else more poor, whose tribulation finds no way to see the daylight, until the day it's the turn of these denied groups to soar and surge, at the cost of some other denied cohort receding in terms of amenities. In short, equality is a myth!

Yes, power swings do happen after every turbulent revolution. Yes, every massive struggle for rooting out of class differences does culminate in some change. However, while the change may seem to be real, it's actually just a facade. Power swings take place only within the respective groups of the rich and the poor, with only some of it taking place between the two groups. Only a few of the rich suffer and only a few of the poor achieve prosperity. Otherwise, power balances remain the same and new equilibria are formed. The promise of equality concomitant with the original idea of a revolution, always stay at bay, and everyone believes the true objectives were met.

Now one would say that it's fatuous and rather odious on my part to perpetrate the notion of inequality as being the final maxim. But once again we gotta revisit the roots of our existence. It's alright that we have collectively progressed so much that we may even be obdurate enough to take on nature itself. But we have to face the wrath of nature's core principles as and when nature activates them. We build dams, but ultimately nature destroys them. And while we think of ourselves being gods already, mankind can't even hope to create some wonders carved out of nothing by nature. So ultimately we all have to accede to the rules laid down by nature. And one of those rules is the survival of the fittest, manifested by Social Darwinism, which we may scoff today as being ludicrous and even reprehensible, but which is still the core dictum.

Social Darwinism is no different than what we collectively qualify as fate, destiny and contentment. In fact acceptance of any of these concepts is actual secession of your conscience to the all powerful guiding doctrine of nature. Some beings are born poor and bereft of even the basic necessities. Some are born rich and with a surfeit of opportunities. While it's said any of the poor has the potential to become rich and any of the rich can be stripped off their glory. In reality, only a few are genuinely equipped to achieve the former, and only a few are so jejune and weak for the latter to happen. It's natural selection in terms of not only corporeal and bodily endowments, but also in terms of the propensity and capacity to leverage on resources and make it big. And while the strong and the weak from the respective natural classes collide, the strong survive and the weak perish. And being rich or poor has no major role to play in it. Nature has the major discretion in that, and has it's own inscrutable ways of accomplishing that.

A few people may rebut all of the above saying that a man can always be in control of his destiny and future and I'm just being too devout to nature. But here, you're underestimating the marvelous prowess of nature in stimulating evolution. In our quest to become formidable, we've come so far that we forgot the clause of our collective fate. We as a species have to become extinct, for a more advanced race to take over from us. And all the class struggles for equality, which never result in equality but result in some more class struggles on a future date, are all mandatory. Battles, wars, swarming nuclear explosions. They're all agents of decimation of the weak and lead to the ultimate evincing of the strong. The strong survive and become more stronger, and the weak are extirpated off the face of the planet. And while killings and murders and genocides may sound loathsome, please note than you enjoy watching all of them on Discovery. And all men are innate animals, with their core conscience still being comprised of the mammalian instinct without which we would have been already dead. The law, the constitution and the so called tacit codes of conduct may all be applicable, but only in an evanescent way. We all may remain happy as long as we believe we're at par with others. But one day we do realize we were deceived by subterfuge of top class and hence wars and battles are all but inevitable. Because only then would the weak get eliminated, only then would the strong become stronger, and only then wold nature evolve. And nature doesn't give a damn about how strong and everlasting we think we are! 

Monday, 8 June 2015

The reward in rejection!

Rejection! The first thing that comes to our mind when we even think about it is fear. Through years and years of an upbringing focused strictly on academics and less on building of true character, we've lost our sense of appreciation in this one single phenomenon which has been responsible for more human milestones than success and acceptance can ever match up to. While it may sound surprising, but rejection has subtly worked its way to be the prime determinant of our future. And this post is my own way to eulogize rejection and to provide it with its much deserved place in human mindset. 

Rejection is what makes us malleable. While success builds in us habits we embrace for a lifetime, thereby making us more and more secluded from the potential changes we can make, rejection forces us to revisit the habits to prune out that ones that don't click anymore. In that essence, rejection is the mortar with which we build the pillars of evolution. On first look, success may come across the harbinger of change, but in reality, all success is predicated on an entire series of rejections, which one after the other kept bringing the eventual success to the fore. 

With rejection comes melancholy, and with melancholy comes a sense of contemplation. This is very necessary. Mankind has been doing things that have been making us more indifferent and apathetic towards some core mammalian emotions so deeply entrenched in us. While competition, survival and retribution are still there, we don't get ourselves involved in the pleasure of whining and whimpering in our lows. We instead hop onto reparation straightaway, not knowing that maybe we are no longer human enough to take control. And that's precisely why rejection is necessary. 

It's in all that regret and contrition, that we delve into some kind of soul searching. It is in there that we stimulate those sections of our assumed reality which shows us how much plight and agony we really are in. As long as we succeed, we overlook all our existing lights because some one final event marks our success and we have a yardstick to prove our success. And as long as we succeed, we can 'tell' people we are happy and they have every reason to believe it. While we actually might be withering from within and would be so unhappy in reality. But who cares when you can fake it otherwise. 

So by not giving rejection its fare share of credit, we move farther and farther away from the realization of the rewards we get from it, and success becomes the only thing worth paying any heed to, We soon become sticklers for success because that's all people will remember you for, and we eschew all our failures, thinking they might hamper progress later on when we become big shots. And without even knowing that, we become bigots towards failures. 

Yes, rejection has a reward of its own, and it can be sensed only in those pangs and travails that accompany the pain of having failed. But in reality, rejection is the real remedy for the wounds we give to ourselves in our lives which might seem happy from the outside, but which might be putred from within. While success may really be a placebo which might ephemerally help you flaunt something new for a while in the name of having some purpose in your life, it is the rejections that really show you that you have an ailment whose cure has to be looked out for. Success on the other hand might just act as a temporary cathartic while the cancer of sadness metastizes all over your conscience. 

Rejection is mankind's sole gateway to transformation and evolution. It is like Darwinian principles in play in your mental playfield. Every rejection eliminates traits, mindsets and beliefs that failure could be attributed to. And it is the failures that really set the foundation for success to sit on as and when it arrives. Rejections are what we predicate the core character on and unprecedented success might just be splintered away because the pillars were a little too frail and scraggy. So irrespective of what and where we get a rejection on, one's gotta accept it as an opportunity to introspect, which in turn is our only way to evolve and improve. And while success on any day is better, rejection too has to be accepted as being a genuine companion rather than being a defiling mayhem. Rejection has its reward and all those who wait for it, are the only ones who shall ever succeed.