It's always hard for the first timers. A simple calculation says, First times = Tough times; First times + Burdens = Worst times. Here's a take on the psyche of being a first timer.

My first bid

So, have you been there too?
Where all of this suddenly gets bizarre,
With you running hard to match the pace
The goal still seeming to be afar.
The imprints of everything going wrong
The air filled with dread and uncertainty,
The unnerving masks of those lying ahead
Turning you rampant with insanity.
Taking on anything for the first time
Does build up the much-awaited pressure,
When all of them tend to slam you down
For the slightest trip, taunting “oh damn you fresher!”
Was it intentional? The way it went?
Like it’s something I had longed to do,
Or you think dumb is the word for me
And I should have my head bent on your shoe.
Learning from the experienced, they say
Is the key to anything-you-wish-to-win
But is that all I need to learn?
Following all day long the experienced kin.
Or would you just let me sail through
With hitches all around my boat,
Allowing me to come over the worst
And then finding me staying afloat.
All that I ask for is
Adding some life to my routine,
Whether I stay right or go wrong
One day I’ll enjoy the green.
I would stand there up-headed
Facing all like an exposed pea,
And whenever the day would come
You’d sure be proud of me.
Till then, just pray for me
And that my first bid must fail,
So that when I make good out of it
Everyone would hush as I would hail.