describe an incident where u experienced failure, and how did u learn from it.

by Sudiksha
(New Delhi, Delhi, India)

DIVING INTO THE ABYSS AND EMERGING BACK

" When you believe everything is finished, that will be the beginning'', said my middle school history teacher, a sentence, which is imprinted in my head ever since and has 'changed the course' of my life.

My first MUN experience was disastrous because I violated my county (i.e. India's) foreign policy and said something "offensive'' to my country's ideology, stand and belief, something that gave the committee a huge blow! I said, ''India will sign the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty (NPT)''. It's like the world turning upside down ; or in a simplified and (un)realistic version: US becoming communist.
The rippling effects of those laconic words sent shockwaves even in other committees, so much so, that other delegates would whisper about this incident in front of my face. The controversial statement proved quiet fallible and gave the press something excitingly interesting enough, to be in the limelight (apart from the mainstream discussions) for the next day's news report. I was flanked by them only to elucidate the sudden drift in my country's stance, to which I was totally bank in reply and mumbled a few phrases. I knew that my reputation was tarnished even by the committee chair who had high expectations from me.
From my part, that was inadvertent, because I was simply a novice and didn't envisage its repercussions; after all, it was only 'spoken', and not enforced that it would spur excitement and agitation simultaneously. On the contrary, I had imagined that India signing the NPT would be a great a relief to the committee as it would partially solve the problem of developing nations amassing nuclear weapons.
Why did I even I even think about it? Why did I do what the delegate of Japan told me? Only to be misguided, I had almost committed suicide. Tensions flared up once again. This time, however, the delegates openly threw questions at me, for which none of my allies came to my rescue. The only safest route to subdue the committee by a nervous and ingenuous chap like me, would be to publically apologize and recant. That proved that I was defenseless as I had been thwarted in the diplomatic battle of ''India v.s. the rest of the committee''.
Moreover, I realized that MUN was the most hateful activity that had two extremes: to embarrass one delegate, and flatter another. It was pointless because the resolution(s) we passed wouldn't make any slightest difference to the actual hardships of life.
Nonetheless, that blunder just didn't fly off my memory weeks, months and even years after the conference was over. It metamorphosed me because it inwardly gave me a remote piece of advice that would eventually be my road to success in MUNs. I realized that the country is the delegate's identity, that foreign policy is the unquestionable bible, that statements and decisions spoken are its principles; that past, present and future actions are its legacy and outlook, and lastly but most importantly, that its achievements are its honor. Honor, because it incites the world into striving for better and better, toiling day by day, just like its friend (i.e. that country) did to reach the summit.
And that’s why we have Model United Nations Conferences (MUNs): for young minds to seek solutions, never sought before; to face crises, never faced before and to defeat disparity, never defeated before.
When I first held a gavel in my hand, I was recognized as the Director of the Disarmament and International Security Committee (DISEC), just as judges in courtrooms bang it on the table to spell out the much awaited judgment. My memories flashed back to the usual, monotonous and unnerving history class of 8th grade, when the teacher was describing how the British imperialism ravaged India's wealth and plunged its people to agony and death.
And then, suddenly, after all hopes were lost, how god incarnated as Mahatma Gandhi rode India's long drawn struggle of non-violence, into the dream of freedom, at last, into a new awakening. And then she whispered those eleven words of wisdom upon my melancholy face that showed absolutely no interest in politics.
Perhaps, that's the reason that I debated in MUNs and journeyed into my liking of social science and the dynamic complex global affairs. Perhaps, it will mould me into a better, thinking and understanding human being. Perhaps, one day I will work for the United Nations.

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