Reaching There

.......his LIFE! Now that I've your attention (or do I?) you'll have to read the next few lines too. If you don't read.......don't worry, nothing would happen that wasn't suppose to happen already. Lately I was a bit unnerved by a few events and was feeling low. Everything around me was suddenly looming over me with imminent risk lurking in the shadows (I know that's too much of imagery).  The essence of the above feeling can simply be summed up as - feeling like s$%t. We all have suffered through a time like this in our lives. And I hate it (.....duh)! And music of The Parlotones came to rescue me. I started to hum their song "Life Design". This is our story, this is our life design.  We'll face demons despite our verve,   Fear is our greatest curse. (More lyrics here) I was like "OMG". This is my life and I'm the star of my life. I'm the Jackie Chan of my life story. I'll kick and  weave through all this s$%t flying...

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 ...

Susan Cain's Quiet Ever heard a voice coming inside of you? It makes you wonder who is this person speaking to me and sounds just like me. Some movie-makers have tried to visualize this voice as that of our consciousness (remember the scene from the movie Guide where Dev Anand's character battles between the two sides of his voice ). So Easy to Drown the Voice It is easy to drown this voice in the constant bombardment of “entertainment” available at the click of the button. I have these urges to write down a piece of prose or a poem. I open my blog to begin a post and few seconds later I am on Youtube.com going through some random videos! I can kid myself that it is part of the research, but my voice knows it all. And it goes into a hiding. A World that Ignores the Introverts I am reading Susan Cain’s Quiet these days. Some of the things surprised me and others created a feeling of discomfort. For example, a young man trying to give a few good ideas; but t...

Act I Life is full of coincidences. The other day while I was almost about to doze off during my layover at Dubai airport I met a friend of mine. Okay..a coincidence...good for me. The back-story is that I knew he was travelling and we discussed we'll meet up when we're back in India . However never for a moment it crossed our minds that we can plan to meet in Dubai! So a silly little coincidence.  Moral of the story is - good things can happen unplanned too. Act II I was pondering over the thought of changing jobs soon. With every change I get a box full of doubts as a gift from my mind! Ain't that a shame? Naah, that's the nature of an introvert (ref: Susan Cain's Quiet ). I was pondering over the "mysteries of universe" and "ephemeralness of life" and "Black Holes" and many more topics which would have been useful if I were a scientist or a psychologist.  All this "bullshit" was shot down when I r...

I don't know whether you've heard of Johannesburg based rock band, The Parlotones . They have some of the best songs I have heard in a while. Their 2009 album "A World Next Door to Yours" is worth a listen each time I play it. Anyways, I was listening to a song "I'll Be There". It has a beautiful melody but the lines that kind of got stuck within the corners of my brain go like this: Another love song A silly love song But it's our song And it's forever A simple set of lines but with a strong sense of intimacy and naivety. Intimacy, of course, because it's "our" song. Naivety, not in the sense the world (or dictionary defines it) looks at it, but in a way the emotions of intimacy (and simplicity) washes through any prejudices or worldliness. It was nice breath of fresh air. You can listen to the acoustic version here . This doesn't end here. I had this urge to define something that's my own. My own "love...

Free-dom [ free -d uh m ] noun the state of being free, rather than in confinement or under physical restraint. the power to determine action without restraint personal liberty , as opposed to bondage or slavery. The attempt to "define" this word would be a futile attempt to confine the vastness of emotions associated with it. Thinkers, aristocrats, philosophers, artists, political leaders, governments and ordinary people throughout the history of humankind have defined freedom in ways convenient to the time. Golshifteh Farahani Iranian actress Golshifteh Farahani (Body of Lies fame) was banished from her home country of Iran - because she posed nude for a French news magazine, Le Figaro . According to the 28-year-old actress the aim of the photo is a symbolic gesture to remove the common taboos associated with nudity in society. You can read more about this at ' Iran's "nude revolutionary" Farahani says image is symbolic '. This...

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 ...