Why We Are Chasing A By-Product

We chase money, don’t we? 

Till the last of this piece, I am going to be against it. 

There’s nothing wrong with admitting it that we chase it, I also do it, despite knowing that it’s not good for my mental health.

Here’s the bitter truth, we have been programmed to chase it, especially if you belong to a middle class family. 

Don’t agree with me? Well, didn’t your parents suggested you a stream/career option because “Paise Bht Hai” (You can earn a lot) 

Not just our parents, relatives, friends, seniors, even the guard of the society.

Yes, I agree, life feels much better with jewels and gold but here’s the catch

Money is a by-product, until and unless you can yourself mint money, it will remain by-product.

Now let’s connect the dots, so all your childhood, teenage,and most of the twenties, we have been trained to chase a by-product and not the actual product. 

What’s the actual product did you ask?

Skills! 

Sounds familiar, but skills are something which you get with repetition of the same activity.

To repeat it a million times, you need to be passionate about it.

To hit the last nail, hobbies and passion go hand in hand.

Now let’s an example, a dear friend of mine loved binge watching Netflix, he used to watch for 12-15 hours everyday, that was is hobby and hobby doesn’t develop with an aim of earning money and this is the catch, we have to somehow figure out how to mint money out of a hobby.

As for my friend, he started writing reviews, made a youtube channel out of it and that’s it. 

He isn’t after money, he is after watching more and reviewing more.

It may sound simple but turning hobby into profession isn’t easy, because it takes time and as per my observation we are obsessed with quick 2 minutes noodles.

Part 3: Where Are You, Mr Gill

I already had an excuse if signing up didn't work, "I tore my tissues." but they unfriend me quite quickly. Just after 2 days of rest, here I was in the sports ground of the school with "athletes", yes "athletes" because I wasn't the one.

And as expected, nobody gave a damn about me being there, and why would they. As usual, I practiced my sprint, and again as expected my performance was on the downslide, expected because I was chilling for two days.

What bothered me all the time during pre-recess that will Mr. Gill ever care? Will he ever treat me like he treats other guys there, how these people are able to get his attention. All  I know was it's not worth coming early to school and treated like a nobody.

During the recess, my not so hungry but still eating vibes gave Rishabh a tab.

"What dude? Either eat or don't"

"I am eating" I said while trying to cover up

"What's bothering you? Am sure there's something"

"Mr. Gill will never give me attention"

"I know, and why would he?"

"Because I am part of the athletics team now"

"Dude! every third guy is, do you think he is going to give attention to everyone"

"Then why does he give attention to a few one"

"They have potential, Mr.Gill might have a big belly but has a sharp mind too, throughout all these years he is able to get trophies and medals in state-level competition because he picks up the finest from the lot. Somebody on whom he doesn't have to work much, just a little bit here & there, and zoom, here's a medal"

"Hmm! Interesting, so how do I show him that I am capable of winning him trophies"

"I love the way you went from being emotional to practical, there's a practice race every 1st Sunday of the month and Mr. Gill takes it seriously."

"Every first Sunday! that's like 2 weeks away"

"Yes, so you better get off your emotional roller coaster and get going"

Somewhere the path was drawn, it took me a little time to understand that a lot many cute & short have to be won before the final show and well, I need to enjoy it too.