Class Apart...

I am befuddled at times when I get to cognize people getting intimidated by whom they term “class apart” but in this fussy itinerary of life where mediocrity rules and uniqueness lies latent, does this “class apart” genre genuinely deserves the attention it gets. I beg to differ.

Every other day I get to listen about some admirable facet in some estimable persona …ruling the minds of the plebian. The fetters of generalization aren’t yet arcane that we shall begin succumbing to another of the social maladies. Don’t get me wrong. I am not against admiring anybody but I definitely am not in for idolizing a mortal .There are a myriad factors deciding the success index of an individual and one can never classify the capabilities and potential without placing them on a common platform. Being an attaboy or an attagirl isn’t easy…I agree but don’t u think there’s definitely radical about every person and if one realizes this potency, it paves the way to the apogee.

There’s a fine line of demarcation between admiration n apotheosis. One admires when he/she finds the other prodigious and is eager to carve a niche for his own…to get identified. It’s when you try to delve deep into your self and discover that “extraordinariness”…that passion to excel and succeed and be a winner driving your admirers crazy…be a genesis to your class of progeny. But when you exalt it vindicates failure…surrender…an ignominy to your singularity. There’s nothing as perfect as perfect. When you are human…when you are a part of the taxon “class apart”…wherein lays the necessity to search divinity or relegate?

Each one of us has the fire in him/her to be admired but none to be idolized lest you have come across a sycophant or an adolescent.