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You know, it occurred to me that I’ve been waxing about writing for so long – what one needs to do to get published or produced or whatever – and I left out the most important thing. Luck.

You can have talent by the oodles, dedication and determination but if you haven’t got luck you’re pretty much toast. On the other hand, you can average to zilch talent but if you have the lady on your side you have nothing to worry about. Perhaps my placing too much on mere chance stems from the industry I come from.

While luck plays a role in any field in life, its importance is exaggerated in mine. Every day I see talented people struggling away, unable to make a mark. On the other hand you have a music director (I shall refrain from using names), whose sole talent in life is creative stealing. *Gasp* you guessed???!!! And here I was soooo careful.

Of course what I’m saying could be pure baloney. As one erstwhile leading tennis player, talking about the favourable percentage of close net and line calls that regularly went his way, said, “The harder I practice the luckier I get.” Perhaps in sport. I mean, that is one area you need to have some skill. And hone it. You just can’t wake up one day and bend it like Beckham. *Sorry* I couldn’t think of a more original one.

Elsewhere, I think, luck is a necessary and sufficient condition for success. So all you aspiring writers, singers, musicians, you too can get lucky. It’s really a question of practice. *You too can win* Do I sound sufficiently like Shiv Khera? God, where did that name come from? It’s been ages since we heard it! There was a time where he was everywhere. And then he just disappeared. Guess who the lady deserted.

BTW, what do you think of the title of this post? I dithered between luck by chance and oye luck luck oye and chose the latter. I am a Dilliwali at heart. What to do, I’m like this only.

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I received my copy of the book yesterday and the feeling was bit anticlimactic. And a bit surreal. After weeks and months of anticipation when I got the book, it was like holding any other new book. The only difference being that it was my name I saw on the cover. In that sense the experience was a bit unreal.  I am still feeling kind of detached, like it’s not happening to me. I suppose it will sink in. The joy of something definitely lies in the anticipation of it.

I am irritated, no, impatient with myself. You know how it is. When you expect to feel something, want to feel something, but just can’t? Here I am holding this extremely good-looking book with kickass production values and all I can think is, hmmm. For God’s sake, my editor is more excited that I am!

Meanwhile friends are clamouring for the party I promised I would throw upon receipt of the first copy. They think I’m being plain curmudgeonly. Perhaps I am.

I find it difficult to concentrate on anything. I mindlessly play Freecell.

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