You have won

 Mother India singing a lullaby for all her poor sons.
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Son, you may have never won anything, 

often you would feel you have never owned anything.
Your biggest victory or rather the only form of victory is the

victory over your frustration, 

victory over your failures.
I am proud as ever for the sheer purity of it, 

this is so genuinely yours, 

so profoundly thoughtless to the intellect, 

so outrageously indifferent to the rest.

You are not alone,

There are millions like you, probably there are just a few who have the success they wish.
Even Murphy would say there are more failures in life to the very countable successes.
But hell ya I know, you are one of the few combatant seers from the creed.
You ridicule the moment you fail, you know the success is just a breath away..
You stand up again to grab the only thing you ever own  "HOPE"..

                                     Yes Son,You have won
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It was dark and I was fresh from 4 consecutive defeats in Table Tennis and a hopeless day at office. I found myself stranded and sandwiched between a Malayalam Radio that probably transmitted vibes from some other planet and a monster who was believably sleeping in his hangover. That was not all, the bus guy went Green and switched off all the lights just the moment I opened my "A Thousand Splendid Suns". But then, my laptop with 33 minutes of battery charge cried 'you are still not alone'.
Soon, an ever Capitalist me, was speaking the language of Communism, the language of all those losers who have never lost.