Gratitude to the Haters

When you strive

Struggle to survive

And the hustle pays back

It’s the time you start to ‘vive’

When haters rise together

Your success they try to tether

You need not give a care

You yourself are all that matters!

I open my eyes to see the beautiful, early morning with birds chirping the sweet symphony and I see my room mate slumbering down on the velvety carpet.

“Get up you filthy bulk of mass”, I kick him as I wake him up. Clock is ticking by too fast and he spends time too extravagantly to get hot to trot.

Well, typical he set up some trance music on vigorous loud before he goes to bathroom. I see him in disgust and he winks at me, giving the ‘be cool’ face.

I cannot be a resistance to this habit of his because he is a trained DJ. I can say that he can charge any person with goose bumps. This is all enough to describe his heart-throbbing talent of playing music.

It’s Saturday night and as wonted, I visit his club where he is the ‘STAR DJ’, DJ Sumand. I can bet anyone for any amount that when he rules the DJ counter, there’s not a single person who is warming up the chair, rather everyone has their feet thumping on the floor, moving like that and they dance. And yes, today he just         activated his music senses and booommm! The crowd bursts into a loud shout and there, they dance.

But no longer he enters the mid-way of the music track comes another DJ, seeming to be his long lost rival, the one who hated him the most in town, starts up his shake it off music. People, too excited for the new man in town, rushed towards him, making Sumand feel as if nothing.

Yes, I can see the rage in his eyes, filled with envy and he jumps down off the platform. “Let us be outta here, Dave.”  He holds my hand firm and takes me out of the crowd. “I am boiling. How dare he cut my trance and start up his ear-hurting noise! He hates me but I hate him even more.” he bursts out in jealousy and anger.

I just keep calm and give him my ears and no piece of advice, for now. We drive towards our room. Of course it’s me driving the car. Giving him to drive will be like standing in front of a hungry lion.

He goes in to freshen up while I order a mouth-watering, slobbering, tongue stimulating, big sized, pan cheese burst pizza with extra toppings on it. Yes, just like you, I too go SSSHHHHRRRRRUUUUUUUPPPPPPP as I order the pizza.

While having our dinner, being his comrade, I speak out, “Sumand, the world is full of competition you know that. You never fall in that devilish thing unless you want to regret a lot in later life. He is your rival and it must not affect you. Undoubtedly, you are one of the best DJs in town and you hold the prestige till date. You work hard, you influence so many ears and I don’t think of you affecting your talent because of some stupid rivalry and hatred. You must man up, show some maturity and continue your hustle. What one hates of you or thinks of you is none of your matter. What matters is your hard work and the whirl of yours.” He nods his head. Now is the time is take the sigh of relief.

The next early beautiful morning and we are out for a healthy walk. Cherishing the coolness of the atmosphere, to our misfortune, it doesn’t last long. Guess whom do we meet! It’s that piece of rivalry who wants to impede the ‘Sumand’ trend in the town. Sumand tries to keep calm, casts his mind back on what I had told him.

When someone is on the verge of success, or probably completely indulged in success, there are many who raise their voice against them, trying to pull them down. This old rival was no new. The fire was fury was controlled by Sumand with quite a great effort but just a prick from the rival let him explode. He termed him as ‘DJ of the old school’ and bammm! Sumand responded him with a great blow on his face, leaving a dark spot on his face.

This was an act of dishonor for Sumand’s fame and name.

We do no late in getting back home.

“What you did there is completely inacceptable. It’s true his act was preposterous but you must show some mindfulness. And…”

Sumand interrupts my talk, “I am a name in the town. I am the living trend in the town. How dare he insult me like that! How am I supposed to digest that creepy thing?”

I frown at him. “No matter what he does, you must respect your success, not be puffed up with conceit. I hope you get that.” He gulps down his anger and stands in shame as I add, “There are people out there who are willing to pull you down, not just him. Are you going to fight every single of them? Remember, you don’t be number one by thinking how to defeat others, you achieve that glory by defeating yourself, and rising up, lifting yourself up. I told you earlier too that what they do, think is none of your matter. Just think you waste your time in mulling over them in hatred, spoiling your mood and by that, you disrespect your talent. People hate, let them hate. They hate you because they aren’t you. There are people who adore you, too. Work for them. Work to make them happy. If you lose your mind over the hatred, it’s exactly what your haters want and I don’t think you want to do that. Everyone’s a hero until they get dragged away in the trap of their haters. The day you have no haters is the day you lose your success. So be thankful to your haters and smile at them. It’s they themselves who make you feel like you are better than them.”

The glow of goodness provokes in him and he gives me a humble smile. I can see him realizing his mistake. He leaves out all his negativity at once, like every person must!