It wasn’t just a moon mission…

I was watching the Vikram Lander’s final 15 minutes live, acutely attentive and focused to see the very first steps of our spacecraft on moon just like a parents’ eager wait for their child’s first steps, for as if the Chandrayaan2 was a national common child and there had been a cumulative and time taking journey that we have been through for just those moments of touchdown.
A mission so close to us all, the ingenious child of ISRO ,we had all seen it gestate successfully through all the hurdles and this was just the final step, everything had been going just so perfect- meticulously perfect all through this while, we all just knew it was going to land, we knew it would successfully, none of us had even a slightest tinge of doubt or any smell of failure, the nation watched we all watched….15..14..13..12..11..10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3…….And there was only numbness. Oh god that anguish, that pain, that irritation , that desire to just myself go and put the lander properly on the moon’s surface. The scientists had gone pale, tears in their eyes, as if watching their child die. Something had happened, an error- it could have happened at any step, at any of the manoeuvres, at any of those difficult steps but why then and there, why at just the last second, without even giving a hint or chance to mitigate the error.
I realised after some time that destiny had played a cruel joke on us, and the only thing I could imagine was is it that Pakistan’s prayers had succeeded, or was it any of our bad karma that had resulted into this havoc. It was as if some supernatural force had deliberately pulled it way from the landing.
While moaning for this, brought back some glimpses of my own very similar failures and reminded me this is what happens when destiny doesn’t cooperate with hard work. It bought me face to face again with a very prudent inhibition of mine, which I had with a great amount of will and reasoning, declared impotent and brushed aside in my mind palace so that it does not trouble me. But to my dismay there it was, enlivened again, echoing a fact in my mind- that Destiny is not slave to hard work or smart work and it wobbles around on its own in an unimaginable pattern, beyond homo sapiens’ comprehension.
The fact that it was just 5 to 10 percent of the task brought me some relief but no respite and I stand questioning why is it that many a times we know we have worked very hard, we have given it all, we have sacrificed and have diligently and patiently strived hard , then why is it that success eludes us, why is it that every time we fail on reaching so close to our goal, what is it that is going wrong, where do we fall short, and just when I am thinking this I remember a line-
If something happens according to your wish it’s good,
But if things don’t happen as desired its even better,
Because then it is that god has planned something greater for you.