the post without a title
It was an hour into the exam and a painful hunger pang began eating at my insides. Writing with a slow pen and a tired mind, I also became very conscious of several mistakes I had made in the answers.
I could either (a) correct them now or (b) pretend there are no mistakes and simply complete what remained of the paper.
Unlike Forrest Gump, I didn’t turn back and set things right. I moved ahead, doing a consistently mediocre job.
That choice came out of something my favourite professor had discussed in class last year- The dictatorship of mediocrity.
In our search for acceptance we have all played with this idea. Some of us who studied with Sanjay Ranade will recognize and comprehend it. Others mechanically deal with this itchy truth.
The truth is that 2 hours do not always suffice to write a flawless paper, a result of which is the hurriedly compiled bunch of mostly inaccurate answers. And somehow this arrangement seems to substantiate the errors. The world works like that. Hence, we act with guilt free imperfection.
Another truth may be that your boss is mean to you only because he knows you’re a lot better than he was at your age. Or that you should have got the lead role in that school play so many years ago. Surely you know more than the pest who raises his hand and yells out answers in class (after overhearing you while you uttered them quietly) Really how many times have you smiled through the selection of the worst idea as the topic of a group assignment, thanks to social pressure and general amusement at the freaks you got stuck with? Right, maybe that’s just my life but substitute it with whatever you might have faced. I’m not doing all the thinking for you.
We know mediocrity sells. Credit does not reach the one who works hardest. It is awarded to the one who works loudest or whoever is prettiest. In conclusion, mediocrity is not merely accepted, but put on a pedestal and applauded.
Rarely about how much you know than how much you show. You might not like to admit it but you’re in the game. You either play it with vigour or watch and cheer. Still you’re there.
So I think I made a smart choice.
You’re not still reading this are you?
Get a job.