Reaching There

It was in the September of 2009 that I got stuck with an idea. I decided to create a blog. At that time, it felt that this venture would soon fade away too. However, looking back now, I see that I have stayed faithful to this idea. I wrote sixteen posts in the next four months of the year 2009. Since then I have published close to hundred posts on my blog with another forty a work in progress. A few days back while writing a post I began to wonder why I write. A rather stupid notion at the start but it soon began to evolve into a painful migraine in my head. I had to find an answer that could satisfy my thirst of sanity for my mind. Thus began my journey through the reasons people write. The best place to start is to see if people who write have gone through a similar phase as well. Writing an Act of Optimism I found the answer rather easily! I was browsing through the headlines of The Economists on my Flipboard. An article that was published on June 26th 2012 caught my ...

Creativity is my girl, who finds me in extreme seclusion. She ignites the power of thought and becomes my inspiration. It is tough to find her in all the noise that enshrouds me. Like an envious girl, she awaits to encroach upon me. She holds on to the hope to find me all alone. Only wishing to make me her own. Her passionate talk leaves a lonely trail behind. A magical glance that keeps my mind intertwined. Fickle at times but is the epitome of grace. Blessing, as I consider her, I follow her trace. She has a spark that drives me, to conquer this lifetime. A promise for tomorrow, that becomes my sunshine. Through periods of prolonged separation. Sadly, the times, of extreme desperation. With all the clutter in my mind, I seek her, running for miles. A glimpse of that envious girl, who shies away with a smile. I hope she hears me, and bring me back my existence. She is the only reason, of my sincere persistence. I hope she comes back to ...

Noted Punjabi poet and Sahitya Akademi Award recipient of 1967, Shiv Kumar Batalvi wrote a poem on love, the first line goes like this: इक   कुड़ी   जिद्दा   नाम   मोहब्बत   है   ,  गूम   है   | (Rabbi Shergill did a beautiful rendition of this poem, you can listen  here ) I feel that creativity has a similar relationship with me. Some of my best inspirations have come in the times of extreme seclusion. Is creativity the girl who is envious of anybody else in your life! Only when I give my complete attention and love she opens her to me. If I am in the company of other people, television, Facebook, internet and other possible competitor she won’t give me even a glimpse of her magic. Otherwise fickle on many occasions she is the epitome of faithfulness if I hold onto her. Therein lies the rub, I have to search for her and impress her once I have found her. Oh, she is difficult to find in all the noise that enshrouds me in t...

Hoo...Haa...Hee! These were the sounds that were coming out of my mouth with my arms and legs outstretched. Oh, please don't worry; I wasn't undergoing any medical examination. Rather, these were the sounds I made when I was asked to do a few movements and sound exercises in my first class during a theater workshop organized by The Actor's Studio,Hyderabad . The next exercise was to make these sounds while throwing an invisible object to the person next to you. The next got a bit more interesting; a participant had to start a sentence with an English alphabet and the next person had to create the next sentence starting with the next letter in chain, however keeping a relation to the previous sentence. Then it was just whole lot of walking, sometimes in slow motion and running the other times. I didn't get the meaning of these exercises immediately. Even right now I am not sure. However the core message that seems to be coming from these exercises is “Let go ...