Only A Deft Duck Makes A Bucks Bunny

Cartoon Network never provided me with a better idea than to call to order a piece on two of the most, probably, famous characters that rocked the cartoon world for years. And they still do that for me, not that my existence, good-for-naught as it may seem, is decorated with a cum laude dandy enough to make me eligible for the same however much I may wish for it to be otherwise.Together formulating a duo better than Remulus and Remus- celebrated, far-famed, illustrious, renowned, and all other synonyms which define fame and still fail to capture the essence of the shadow of the aura that they created- they formulated the legends of Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck- arch-rivals to an extent, best friend even further. Now, conceptualizing the possible relation between them and the pertinence that they could possibly exude in the frame of reference we refer to as reality, although reality, in reality, remains pretty unrealistic, realistically speaking. That having been said, what exactly defined the barnburner they created? What made them the blow-out that they became? The only viable reason that I find behind the immense success of the two witty characters is the virtuosity of the creators of the two; the creativity that even Maxwell's demon could not hope to match; that mainly of Chuck Jones- the world owes him one, if not more. And that is what led to the airburst of box-office successes that that these two, together, and apart in some, created. But the money that their movies made is not why we love them. We love them because we enjoy the ball ups, the botch ups, the bumbles, the bungles, the fumbles, and ,ultimately, the screw ups that they flaunted with bravura. We enjoy them because we find ourselves in them, sometimes even losing ourselves in the process. And thus we come to the point that I want to address- what makes money? Trivial question that. Mints do, obviously. But no. I am not taking obvious route, not today. Who makes money in this world? Einstein would say- one with 99% perspiration, 1% inspiration; some would say- one who puts in 10000 hours of hard work; some others citing some more numbers. I differ. It is not the quantity of work that a person does, it is the quality that defines it. So, kindling an interest, and not killing it, is what generates success, pecuniary (and the History Hydra raises her head/heads again...am thinking of chopping them off) or otherwise. So, that gives rise to another question- what is interest? I would define it as anything which satisfies the soul, job satisfaction if you will. And what is job satisfaction? Hmmm......how about we have a story in relation to this?
On a dark night, a man was passing through a forest. Now, the forest was pretty large and was dimly lit. So, striding forward the man reached somewhere in the middle of the forest and lost his way. Added to that, he saw a lion approaching him. Panic-stricken, he climbed a tree. Misery on top of misery, he saw a huge snake  hissing, and at the end of its patience, waiting for a prey to gobble up and to get some much needed sleep (Do snakes sleep?). Terrified, and the word does not even begin to describe what he felt, he was totally at the mercy of the two, one roaring, the other hissing. Further, he saw a bee-hive, a branch above him. And at the bottom of it drooped a drop of honey; a delicious, golden, drop of honey. Swinging this way and that, moving in a way even the hips of Shakira could only dream of, it hung lusciously. Minutes passed, and the drop fell. The man, forgetting his misery, struck his tongue out, and lapped it up. Divine feeling, the way even ambrosia cannot provide- not that I have tasted it. Coming to the end of the narration,I already defined job satisfaction. Facing the kind of predicament one does not even have a hope of a hope of getting out of, the one thing that tugs one towards itself, making him forget all else, is job satisfaction. The man had a dark forest, a lion, a creepy-crawlie, and some hard working and harder stinging bees in front of him. Still, what drew him in was the honey and not the above-mentioned actors playing supporting roles. And this job satisfaction is what guarantees interest, further leading to success, pecuniary (Word was not needed again, but I  just could not resist the temptation. Job satisfaction you see) or otherwise. And in its most innate of forms, interest is related to the amount of dexterity one possesses in relation to that job. I have yet to see a person who does something solely on the basis of the fact that he has an interest in it and lacks any amount of skill. Or, now that we are talking, even vice-versa, a person who possesses the skills but lacks interest and still does the job, ne plus ultra. Hence, they are all related. All the off-shoots of the same roots. The only thing which is orthogonal is a so-called Short-Cut to Success- not fitting anywhere, at least not within miles that I can see up to. From my experience, if you take short-cuts, you get cut short. And to be trodden upon, you have to be lying down. So, my words- Never lie down. Hard work- a major factor. But so are the others. Together they form a sure-fire way of success. But remember, as Churchill would say- Success is not final, failure not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.