Saturday, 12 November 2016

Ask before you go judgemental.

This evening I spent time with the President of my society regarding an issue. He is a very jovial, good natured and an extremely friendly man. He listens patiently and then responds accordingly. So I already knew my issue was going to be address in a very calm and precise manner.

I went and addressed him as Mr. President to which he laughed. I said:

'Mr. President! I have come with a society issue and I must discuss this with you right now.'

He finished his phone call and listened and then assured me the issue will addressed very promptly. I was satisfied. And then we started discussing on other issues and then I came to know how many issues are there for him and his association members to address on the daily basis. Tomorrow is a very important planting ceremony in our society. This is to make earth go more green as well as to encourage kids about the environment. For a normal resident like me, I thought it's an easy peasy task. We will just have to come and plant plants and then go back home cheery mood but when he explained the whole process, the pre-prep involved in this, I was amazed! How much effort is required just to perform a simple plantation thing! Big ones, I came to realize.

And then during the discussion it came along how some of the people get too judgemental to look at facts and basics and this inevitably creates an unpleasant stir all around. It's really difficult to acknowledge others' efforts just by sitting at home but I don't think anyone should raise hands to criticize in the first go. If you are confused about a fact then ask questions first and then come up with an apt decision. Still not satisfied? Ask again but be patient and tolerant. It's our society, a bigger home outside our little home. Even our country's PM can not solve each and every issue addressed by the public. But since such conflicts happen almost everywhere, it seems no big deal. Most of them will be resolved soon in the future. But the time, efforts and energy such problems take to solve is something to ponder about, because they cannot be gained again.

So before you go judgemental on anyone, take a step back and think whether the problem can be solved in a calmer way. This will help to grow the discussion in a healthier manner. At the end, issue might get resolved but words and actions will always be remembered.

Friday, 11 November 2016

The twinkling of hope.

I was on the terrace this evening after long time. It was almost six. I thought to carry along my Kindle but thought the better of it. It was already getting dark and reading in the dark means having company of the bunch of mosquitoes. So I went up alone, just to ponder over a few things.

I don't know why but since many days, there were no stars in the sky. The moon appears for its usual appointment but no stars could be seen. A sky with no stars somehow perplexes me, I don't like the sky without stars. But when I went up this eve, I saw one, a tiny but bright one twinkling into the vastness of sky. The moon was almost half full and hung proudly making its present quite vividly felt but that star made its presence felt too, despite of its small size.

I was submerged in a few thoughts when I looked up only to find that star and it brought a smile on my face. I stared at it wholeheartedly and felt the perseverance in the virtue of its nature regardless of its only presence in the sky. Its constant shine was an example of no matter the size of challenge, you can still shine and make your presence felt; that you have the power to turn big dreams into reality. Just keep working at it.

It felt as if it was transcending its light into me. I felt better, and nice! Exactly what I wanted at the moment. Thirty more minutes of walking, pondering and talking to the self, time had come to get back home.

I too happen to have a big dream and I intend to work hard and tirelessly to achieve it one day, and something tells me that if I keep the twinkling of hope alight, that day will surely come. 

Thursday, 10 November 2016

The sad story of a writer's life.

Past few days passed in a blur and tomorrow too feels to be treading the same path. It is good to be busy. Writing is a wonderful job but I must also add, a little tricky to understand as well. Thereby, I am here today to confess one thing. Being a writer is not an easy job. Not because writing is challenging. It hell is but because...people don't get it at first. They take time to understand that being an author/writer can be a job and in fact, one of the toughest jobs. Such people make me smile. Some I desperately wish to kill as they keep annoying with the same Q. over and over again.

Anyways, it still happens. If someone asks me, 'What do you do? Are you in any job or a housewife?' I smile and say, 'Yes. I am a writer,' and then they nod at me in silence but their expressions reveal what's going on in their heart. They stand as if I have spoken in an ancient language. They get confused and I bet they get desperate to bowl another Q. right away as: 'Once again, what do you do?' but much to their chagrin, they choose to stay silent. I keep smiling. Poor eyes! Reveal everything without letting its bearer know. But good souls with better I.Q.s are also there. Some of them get astonished and ask a few good Qs. about my job and say they are lucky to meet an author. Well, I appreciate that. ;)

But these people are nothing in comparison of my own mother. Some times I just feel like pulling my hair and making a mess of it whenever our telephonic conversation goes on like this:

Wednesday, 9 November 2016

Steve Jobs' Last Words of Wisdom

Today I stumbled upon legendary Steve' Jobs' last words. They are full of truth and wisdom, as he must have collected through out his life span. An amazing hard worker, inspiration and a symbol of era in himself, let's cherish his last thoughts:

I reached the pinnacle of success in the business world.

In others’ eyes, my life is an epitome of success.

However, aside from work, I have little joy. In the end, wealth is only a fact of life that I am accustomed to.

At this moment, lying on the sick bed and recalling my whole life, I realize that all the recognition and wealth that I took so much pride in, have paled and become meaningless in the face of impending death.

In the darkness, I look at the green lights from the life supporting machines and hear the humming mechanical sounds, I can feel the breath of god of death drawing closer…

Now I know, when we have accumulated sufficient wealth to last our lifetime, we should pursue other matters that are unrelated to wealth…

Should be something that is more important:

Perhaps relationships, perhaps art, perhaps a dream from younger days …

Non-stop pursuing of wealth will only turn a person into a twisted being, just like me.

God gave us the senses to let us feel the love in everyone’s heart, not the illusions brought about by wealth.

The wealth I have won in my life I cannot bring with me.

What I can bring is only the memories precipitated by love.

That’s the true riches which will follow you, accompany you, giving you strength and light to go on.

Love can travel a thousand miles. Life has no limit. Go where you want to go. Reach the height you want to reach. It is all in your heart and in your hands.

What is the most expensive bed in the world? – “Sick bed” …

You can employ someone to drive the car for you, make money for you but you cannot have someone to bear the sickness for you.

Material things lost can be found. But there is one thing that can never be found when it is lost – “Life”.

When a person goes into the operating room, he will realize that there is one book that he has yet to finish reading – “Book of Healthy Life”.

Whichever stage in life we are at right now, with time, we will face the day when the curtain comes down.

Treasure Love for your family, love for your spouse, love for your friends…

Treat yourself well. Cherish others.

Tuesday, 8 November 2016

Coelho and his soulful writing.

When something keeps putting you under its spell, you know the magic is working well. The same goes with writing and when it comes to writing, Coelho is the best magician I can anytime bet.

My current circle-of-hypnotism is Brida. It's about a girl named Brida who wants to learn magic. She goes to the Magus who in turn instantly realizes she is his Soul Mate but refrains to tell her. The book is largely 'bout magic, learning Traditions of the Sun and the Moon, witches, cathedrals, previous lives and more. I have only finished ~32% of it. So there is naturally much more in the stock to mesmerize upon.

Whenever I read Coelho, I feel so real, so original. He gives invisible wings to his readers while keeping their toes perfectly on the ground; he lets the reader enjoy the two worlds, two supreme powers at once. Such as Brida, his other novels, be it The Zahir or Adultery, deserve a complete seclusion from the world. You just can't read him between a chaos or routine noise. His writings are soulful, and you can feel him writing and thinking about it at the time of reading. Of course I agree that editors do play a huge role in shaping up the final version but they cannot take the essence of narrative, spirits of words and the magic of thoughts. Only the author has the sole copyright over them. Coelho, I find, is unbeatable in his work. Some of the verses from Brida are very heart-touching because he has placed them so aptly. Like the below one:

'Nothing in the world is ever completely wrong, my dear,' said her father looking at the clock, 'Even a stopped clock is right twice a day.'


'We can also allow our Soul Mate to pass us by, without accepting him or her, or even noticing. Then we will need another incarnation in order to find that Soul Mate. And because of our selfishness, we will be condemned to the worst torture humankind ever invented for itself: loneliness.'

Or take this one:

'Judging oneself to be inferior to the other people was one of the worst acts of pride he knew, because it was the most destructive way of being different.'

And so on... There are just so many beautiful quotes and thoughts enclosed in the book. I read his books when I am completely alone, or people around me are quite at a distance. Diving in his extra-ordinary mind is a privilege. I am even thinking to put a big poster of him on one of the walls in my house.

I desire to meet him one day. Why not? He is my favorite author, after all. I want to see him thinking and writing; how he is weaving his magic and choosing to use the right spell at the right time. May be a selfie with him would be good to tuck in on the wall next to his poster. One day may be...

Saturday, 5 November 2016

The lesson from a li'l finger cut.

There is this thing 'bout writing, if you happen to be in love with it. One moment you are on the bed starin' at the ceiling thinking 'bout the latest song you have learned on the Guitar in the evening and how generous the teacher was to praise you for playing another one perfectly and then the next, the writer bug appears out of nowhere and stings you so softly that you become helpless, give up on the search over yet-to-be-sought sleep and get anxious to write s'thing up. So I (im)patiently waited for my hubby to get deep into blissful sleep, sneaked out and now feeling like happy-go-lucky soul with the world sleeping in my neighborhood. 

Just yesterday I was in my kitchen during wee hours, all groggy and desperate to shoo away the hovering sleep. Purpose? I was there to make meals intended to give away to my kid and husband for the day. I picked a lemon and started slicing it but completely failed to notice it had hardened over last few days. I was a bit stressed since the previous eve and was still in the similar demeanor. So when I grated the knife over the lemon, the blade slipped and landed on my left index just for the split of second but enough to jerk me up, waking to the best of my senses. There was li'l sight of blood. I cursed myself and immediately ran my finger under the running tap. Time was ticking so I ditched the water, sliced the lemon with the help of just nine fingers, added honey and warm water and gulped the concoction down. During the entire cooking, my finger hurt and I finally had to resort to a Handyplast which was taken off soon afterwards.

Friday, 4 November 2016

Friday fun with Grisham.

'At some point in life, everybody thinks about walking away. Life's always better on the beach or in the mountains. Problems can be left behind. It's inbred in us.' - The Partner

A day can be turned beautiful if you have right book in hands written by the author you already love. It's Friday and the day turned special with The Partner by John Grisham. When I read its last page on my Kindle, I was taken aback! The story of Patrick Lanigan has already pulled my attention enough but it was The end that got my senses mutilated and dumb for a full minute. That means it took some time to understand the kind of end Grisham has not spoke about directly. And then the whole day (still going on) kept illuminating. Because I loved the novel! The speed with which it's written between the slides of truth and deceit, I enjoyed each one of them. 

You can say that some writers have that radioactive effect in their writing style that keep the reader illuminating even when the novel is done and finalized. Grisham is one of them. I adore Coelho! His writing has this earthy feeling.And now I seem to adore Grisham as well. For his attention to details, generosity to introduce sub-plots and crisp narrative. Although I never knew my interest could be evoked to the liking of laws and criminal cases but now I like them, thanks to him. Such should be the effect of an author, to evoke new interests in the reader and opening new doors to entertainment.

And by the way, I love his blue eyes too.