Reaching There

Lately I've been trying too hard to write. I've been adamantly searching for the next "higher" level of my writing. Eventually I cooked up a pressure so high that it strangulated my thought process. I was unable to write and sometimes even unable to think. Writing is a process with an extraordinary output yet the simplicity of the inputs leaves me dumbfounded. To simplify the process for my own convenience; a haphazard assortment of thoughts, inspiration, real events, language goes into one end and out comes a coherent chain of words which have the power to bring out human emotions from the farthest of corners. To draw a crude analogy, life behaves in a similar way as well. In goes all the marvelous capabilities, human sensitivities, inherent flaws, unwanted prejudices and out comes life; pure power capable of some of the most wonderfully divine things in this world. However like writing we sometimes strive too hard to live. The search for the next level of livi...

Quarter-life Crisis The years from twenty five to twenty nine are a weird experience; at least that’s how they are turning out for me. The word weird here is a mixture of humour as well as distress. These are the years when you’re well past your adolescent days. You’ve moved through the puberty into the maturity carrying the burden of college degrees. You even got your first job and were very content making that monthly loan installment towards the education loan. Your college buddies who looked doomed seem to be doing fine. Your friends, like you, seem to be doomed for an unknown amount of time to follow. You’re pretty sure you will lead the pack of your doomed friends. Maybe you’ve a relationship with a girl or a guy who has managed to stick with you through these waves of changes. Or you’re still not sure whether it is worth to be in a relationship. For others this part was all but happiness. However your parents and mentors have showered you with enough wisdom about the opportuni...