Sweet Smell of Sweat.

Sweet smell of sweat!! Probably wrong statement right?
I used to feel the same way before.
u stand in a long queue under the red sun for a half day long, while you wait for your turn to put ur resume in the hands of the person standing there (then you will be smiling; and might hav probably forgot all the agony n torture u've xperience a minute ago). Or sometimes u get frustrated to hear 'Sorry! we are only accepting resumes now!!' (wut a hell!!!), and u run to the other building at the end of the road. Sometimes there are no rules and no queues; and suddenly u become he-man and start pushing into the big crowd to get ur self to ur DESTINATION, the gate which takes u to the written exam spot. While you are cruising the journey of ur life in the sea of job seakers... u kick somebody, and get kicked by somebody else and u wont even try to see who kicked u, u listen to some jokes played by the guy in the crowd and laugh, and still continue pushin n pulling. Then you start feeling that you are loser when the smell of sweat starts disturbing you. But u cant stop or go back. DISGUSTING. Yah! u r right. i am talkin abt the walkins. The suffering wasnt there for a very long time. But still i call those days i spent fighting - as the best days of my life. And ironically that disgusting smell is wut i call the sweet smell of sweat. i hav this strong feeling dat everybody shud hav this suffering as part of life. its feels so great if u achieve something after a series of failures. wut they say 'failures are stepping.... '
Life is a succession of such moments and to live each, is to succeed.