Heal, Rediscover and Live Again…

Been a long time. I missed you guys. Yeah, I am lying. Yeah I know that you know. Today is the day when everything goes right. So, I thought of stealing the moment and making it happen. You know write a blog post.

So, today we are gonna talk about rediscovery. Duh. A deep one to discuss about. But, I think it is worth dedicating an entire post to. Rediscovery. What do we rediscover? How do we do that?

The last post, had been in July 2016. As I said it has been a long time. And a lot has changed since. I have changed since. Yes, I still use F words like salt on salad. But, now I measure the quantity. I make sure that it is per the liking of the people who are around. If you are not used to salt on salad, you will get it without salt. Meaning, I am decenting (no that’s not a word. But, I fucking used it anyways) myself down or up, whichever you choose, your call.

Man I am in a good mood today. It would have been a shame to let this opportunity go to waste. Anyways…that’s not the point here. I was talking about what? Yes, rediscovery.

Should I call it the R therapy? Maybe I should do an A to Z therapy series. I will think about it later.

Rediscovering is Letting Go

To rediscover, you need to let go first. Let go. You see letting go is an art. You gotta be an artist to let go in style. Or, just disappear. I am great at that. I disappear. But, anyways, my life is not the point here. I keep forgetting that I am not that important. Happens when you talk a lot and no one expresses the slightest desire to hear you out. The process of writing started from that only. I had a lot to talk about. And no one wanted to hear out. So, I thought fuck you all. I am gonna say it anyways. And I started penning them down.

So, let go. Whatever is keeping you there, tying you with the past - let them go. Hold on to the good memories of course. But, had memories been that good, the word would not have come up with such a morose sense. Memories. Try to make memories. Don’t live in them. They do nothing but hold us back.

They hold us back from acquiring. They hold us back from approaching. They hold us back from living life. And trust me when I say life passes by as we live in the memories. Life waits for no one. Each moment that you are living in past memory, you ignoring your present. It is a gift from the divine. Don’t waste it.

Say good bye to the memories that make you cry. Say good bye to those that make you frightened. Say good bye to those that make you happy as well. Instead make your present happy. Be happy today. Don’t dwell on the time you were happy.

Rediscovering is Healing

Yes, we all have been there in that moment when life choked us. We all have been there in the moment when end of life became the most desired option. We all have made a comeback.

Those moments might have damaged us, but, they failed to kill us. To rediscover, you gotta heal first. You gotta mend those wounds, restore the energy. And when you do, you will be able to look at the world from a new perspective.

This is the way we again discover ourselves. Easier said than done. I know. As I said the subject is deep and not expected from someone like. But, had you knew me or had you had any idea what I had been through, you would have understood that this is the kind of post that is expected of me. That one is a long sentence. But, sometimes they are required in the myriad of short and simple ones. Just like long hours of consideration is required amidst the hurried life. Setting up priority is the most important task.

When we set up priority, we discover once again why we are alive. It is all about passion or it all about the lust for life. Let go. Live today. Love a lot. It’s life. And it’s gonna end one day. Why hold yourself back? Rediscover and relive.

Huh…there you go. The R therapy. Try saying your good bye today. Tomorrow never comes…   

On Finding Your Voice…

Ah, well…I don’t know whether I am the right person to write about this. Yet, I think I have explored enough writing shits and experienced enough writing horrors to know what writing voice is.

How to find yours? I guess, that we will find out, soon, even if not here, in this post, but, somewhere in the near future, we surely will find the voice which touches souls and forces people to continue reading. That’s a 36-word sentence guys. Nope I am not proud of writing it. It’s not me. I am all for short sentences and go-with-it-or-go-without (whatever does that mean) sort of a writer. I write like I speak. And speaking is a necessity which I cannot survive without.

Anyways, let’s not go where we are not supposed to go. If I start talking about ‘Talking’, I will be talking for the next two centuries. So, please let me have the honor of delighting you with the knowledge that I have gathered while writing wits challenging contents that make no sense to me and I am sure the readers will agree at some point.

What is voice by the way?

The tool with which we communicate with others, right? Of course. Silly me. Even the dumbest person walking on earth knows that. Therefore, let me rephrase the question.

What is writing voice?

You ever tried to Google it? No? Do it today. You will find a flood of results. Wiki says it’s the writing style of an author. It’s the way the author uses words and forms sentences. Well, the definition might differ a bit from the way Wikipedia has expressed. But, the bottom line is the same.

Yes, it is the writing style of an author. It is the way we use words, form sentences and the way we use punctuation. Yet, voice is lot more than that. Your writing voice is you. It is how you see the world. It is how you see yourself. It is what you believe. It is you and your life.

When you express yourself, your truest self down on paper, you find your voice. Easier said than done, right? I know. They all offer advice and none works well when implemented. It’s so like law of attraction. You give all your effort and keep trying every day. You make sure you follow all the rules that you could find. You turn practicing the tips into a habit. And nothing happens. You find no result. Your desire does not manifest. Defeated you let go. You forget all about the tips and you go on with your life like those few months never happened.

And then you see your life transforming. You realize hopefully not too late that you manifest what you are, not what you want.

It’s the similar thing with your writing voice or so I have found out. You write yourself, not what you want to write.

I want to write like Oscar Wilde. But, I am not him. I cannot write like him. The only person I can write like is Anasua Ghosh. That’s me.

Years, I have spent before I could understand what my voice is. Years, I have spent trying. Years, I went through misguiding myself. I thought I have a poetic voice which can hypnotize the readers. In reality, I wanted to write in that voice. But, I am not a poetic person. Nope. I am a marathon talker who can talk her way out of anything. Thus, I failed to produce anything readable in that voice.

How I found this amused voice dripping with sarcasm? Well, I did not find it. The voice was there within me, pleading me to bring it out. You can too, find your voice. You just have to try.

Read. Read everything you can find, from classics to chick-lit everything. And write. Write journal. Write jokes. Write short stories. It does not matter what you write as long as you keep your pen moving or rather keep beating your finger tips on the keyboard.

Make reading a part of your daily life. Have no excuse for not reading. The more writers you explore, the better it is for you. Not only the quality of your writing will enhance, you will get to understand what works for you and what does not as well.

Another great way to find your true voice is imitating. Nope, I am not talking about copy pasting. Try to copy the voice that appeals to you. Practice writing in this voice for a while then switch to another voice. By doing so, you will finally stumble upon the voice which is your own. You will know it when you will find it.

But, there is one advice – don’t try to rush it. This is a slow progression. Enjoy the journey while it lasts.

Read or Please Don’t Write

Ah…me and my bantering, both are back. But, guys please read this one post not for your own sake but for the sake of people you will torture to death otherwise.

Read. Not only this post. Read means, read in a serious term. Read everything, books, blog posts, graphic novels and I mean everything.

Or please be an accountant.

No, don’t get me wrong. I find accountants pretty interesting. They know a lot about numbers. They spend their days staring at excel sheets. Their jobs are so mentally stimulating that I am sure they experience creative orgasms every day. Pretty lucky for them. But, we the writers are not that lucky you see.

We put our asses on the line of firing squad every day. We rattle down words. We moan. We groan. We write thousands of words every day and then get shits from people who cannot separate adjectives from adverbs, clients I mean to say. Improvement we must chase or die trying. Pretty Rocky IV like situation, right? Well, that’s our lives. But, we accept it.  We are after all the prisoners of our own desire. Happily we take the pain and move forward.

Until the day, there comes a writer in the team who does not read.

Fortunately or unfortunately, I leave you to decide, I lead a team of writers. They are all hand-picked, freshers with passion to become writers. Eighty five percent of the times, I make the right decision. The rest fifteen percent makes me wish that I had been an accountant and not a writer.

These people, the aspiring writers with attitudes and ego to tower Himalaya Mountain itself. They look down upon everyone and hold themselves high, the self-proclaimed kings or queens of their imaginary kingdom.

The truth sadly always comes out, with all its ugliness. They sit to write. They hammer the words down on paper. They submit the project. And bam. Explodes the bomb. As a result the entire team gets affected. Why?

Because now it’s the team duty to sweep the shit off the floor and make it shinny again.

Sad. Yet, I have witnessed this scene to unfold so many times that I have lost my faith in the ability of the writers. Here is the advice guys. Please pay attention.

If you want to write, you gotta read. You gotta read a lot. Without books, your vocab will suffer. You will not know the difference between Rewards and Revert. You will write Elegant Fabric instead of Comfortable Fabric. You will make everyone in your team affected by your lack of knowledge.

Want to make a career in writing?

Well enough. Start reading.

Want to make a career in anything?

Very well, invest time on self-improvement. It is more important than meeting your love interest every day. Romance might not last. But, your career certainly will.

Go home today and ask yourself what you have learnt. Was your day productive? Have you really earned something? If you are making a mess out of everything, you are falling behind. If you are not trying to improve yourself, you are wasting yours and others’ time. Make sure to make a difference in a way which counts. If your difference is making everyone shriek in horror, you gotta do some soul searching.   

Read, read a lot or please don’t torture others with your writing. Invest time in self-improvement or please forget about making a career. Harsh but true. Speaking from own experience. That’s all…

Life, Choices and You…

To be or not to be…that is the choice.

The best thing about life is its choices. We all have choices. We can choose to be or not to be. This is the ultimate secret of survival. Nah, I am not saying that I have made all the right choices all my life. Had I done so, I would have been driving a Lamborghini instead of riding by bus. Hey, I am not complaining. It is just a way of saying that I haven’t earned a master degree in making right decision. I haven’t earned a master degree in anything…anyways…let’s not get started on that…at least not here lol.

So, where was I?

Yeah, making choices.

Robert Frost has rightly nailed it in his Road Not Taken. In every step of life, you will be presented with two choices, it’s up to you to make one. You can choose to be a victim or you can choose to be a fighter. You can cry for your misfortune or you can get bang on the problem. You can choose to be what you are or you can turn your disadvantages into brand new opportunities.

Life is not easy. I cannot emphasize on this more. Life is a testing turmoil. It will test you at every step, beat you down on your knees (yep, you got it Rockyyyy, Rockyyy). But, nothing improves us better than life. With its each adversity we can learn. We can learn to become better. We can learn to be happy. We can learn to live. And most importantly we can learn to learn. Yeah, you got me right, you can learn to learn. Not many has this ability. Not many has the urge to make the effort to learn.

When learning stops, life stops. Movement is important. You see I am not a preacher. I am not a motivational speaker either. I am just a human being or maybe a divine being (as Wayne Dyer had urged everyone to believe) who has seen life. There had been a time when my faith had been tested. There had been a time when I stood staring ahead and saw nothing but darkening mist. At the rear end of it, I did not know what awaited. It could be life, it could be death, it could be utter destruction. Or, it could be a miracle.

I found my miracle. But, I had to make a choice. I had to walk the walk. I had to trust. I had to cling to the last thread of faith and step into the mist – the road less traveled. And I must say it made all the difference. Not that there was another way to walk. Universe had sealed my fate. And it decided to make me what I am today. Rightfully, unapologetically, unflinchingly ME.

The choice between being comfortable and following your dream will forever be there. What you do is your destiny. What you don’t do is yours too. How you handle the call of the wild shape up your future. You can choose to be comfortable or you can choose to explore the unknown.

Sometimes, we don’t have a choice. It is unknown we must explore. Like in my case. I had no other way to go. I had to proceed forward or die waiting. But, dying has never been an option. Life is a gift and I cherish it, no matter what.

In life you will come across people who cling to sadness like it is their second skin. With time it does become their second skin and eventually it becomes their soul. Happiness is a choice, it is not an object. You can choose to be happy or you can choose not to be. It’s up to you.

You can choose to see the splendors of life or you can choose to miss them. I chose to see the wonder of life even when nothing made sense. Yes, I was breaking inside, but, there was still a flicker of faith concealed in the deep water of my soul that told me – tomorrow everything is going to be all right. And I chose to believe it.

That’s it. Ponder the choices. Listen to your heart. And then chase your dream. If you don’t do it, universe might take over and make you do it. Trust me when universe takes over, it puts one through flaming forest. Speaking from experience guys.

Gotta go now. Enough for a day. I will be back. I always come back, don’t I. when? The day I find something to worth writing about. Till then, be happy, stay motivated. 

The F Therapy

Ha ha, you will say there she goes again. But, trust me, it works. I am propagating the therapy. If you try it, you will find it beneficial too.

So, what the therapy is anyways? Shouting out loud Fuck It when nothing is going right? Yeah, that helps too. But, in small way. For a moment you will feel good. For a moment your attitude will deny the adversities. However, in the long run, it will not help. The problems will not go away.

Ah, don’t get me wrong. Please don’t. I do curse. I do mutter Fuck Man, when things begin to go wrong. However, I found out that it does not help a lot. I still have to find the meaning in mayhem.

The F therapy is not Fuck Therapy. It’s not shouting the F words loud at people. It is forgiveness. The practice can help you go a long way.

From my experience I understood that in order to acquire positivity in life, it is important to forgive those who have wronged you. It is more important to forgive the person who stares back at you from the mirror every morning.

I have spent years in rage. There were so many. The list went on. And I kept adding to the list. I kept adding people, I wanted revenge against. My father’s side of family who walked out, ex-boyfriend who was fucking a whore, the neighbor who did not switch on the pump, the dog that barked every night and it went on.

It did not make the things better. It made me miserable. It made me restless. There were so many of them out there and I was not doing anything to show them their true place. The more time I spent with the thought, the worse it got.

Then one day, I shook my head and said – fuck them all. Forget them. But to forget them, I needed to forgive them. It was not easy. Forgiving ex-boyfriend is fine. Let him fuck the whore all he wanted.

But, forgiving the family my father left behind? The jealous and complaining relatives who toast each one of our defeat and mourn all our successes, how do you forgive people like that?

The day my father passed away, these people stood by and whispered in apprehension. They were afraid that they would have to support us now. Feeding three more mouths – oh man that is beyond thinking.

They don’t call us to inquire how we are doing. They call us to demand why we don’t call them more. Eventually, we gave up calling them at all.

Trust me when I say this – there is more to this story. Forgiving them is not easy. But, to be in peace, I did force myself to say in silence – that I forgive you. It feels good. I felt good. I felt alive.

However, just saying once did not help. For a moment I even believed that forgiveness is possible. But, the next instant the rage, the pent up emotion flooded back. And I found myself standing at the spot where I have started from – angry and seeking revenge.

So, I began the unique practice of saying to them – I forgive you. It worked. Finally, I succeeded in erasing them from my mind to the point that now they don’t even seem familiar to me.

Even if it has not done my ego any good. It has certainly done my heart a lot of good. I found peace.

Try it. Try F Therapy. Try saying that I forgive you. It can save your soul. It did mine. Forgiveness is the gift that you should give yourself – because you are worth it. 

Insane Creativity or Creative Insanity – That is the Question

As promised, I am back with my next post, creativity and insanity. Umm…my favorite topic. Yes, I can see you frowning. I can, in fact see a lot of you frowning. There she goes again, you must be thinking. But, hey, a promise is a promise. I promised to deliver and here I am sitting before my computer, in my workout clothes (this post is my excuse for not hitting the floor for push up lol), with a mug of steaming coffee and a lot of inspiration (which I have to chase driving my 10 second car in 5^th gear every time I sit to write). Pretty sad, you know. Sad I cannot stay inspired. Sad, inspiration is for the real writers only. Sad that I don’t know how does it feel like to be really inspired to write. The write mood some of my writer friends say. Anyway, I am drifting from the topic.

So, insanity is creativity. Or, creativity is insanity. Nope, please don’t think we are like the lunatics who will infect you by biting their teeth into your flesh. But, a touch of insanity looms beneath the surface of every creative mind.

Aristotle had said that - No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness.

This we all will back, grinning.

People, time and again look at us bewildered and ask – are you crazy. They all are, I must admit wonderfully tolerant. They all forgive everything, but genius. Yes, that’s a deliberate theft from Oscar Wilde’s treasure chest. But, it’s true. When they call us crazy, they don’t it with affection. They do with sarcasm combined with amusement. So, amused sarcasm we get each time we try to express ourselves. But, the question might arise here – what makes creative people insane? You type creativity and insanity together in Google and you will find a flood of questions rather than answers and information.

Is creativity interlinked with insanity? Do they need to be crazy? And you will get to see images of Virginia Wolfe, Edger Allan Poe, Robin William and many others who had the courage to be different.

So, what makes creative people appear to be crazy to the world? This question has nudged my mind each time I have been called insane. And trust me when I say this I have been called crazy a lot of time by people who cannot describe the beauty of the moon with their eyes wide open. Sad yet true.

But, maybe we should not blame them for branding us as insane. Maybe it is in our body language or in the way we present ourselves. No one sane person will write what I am writing right now. This is one of the arguments which I have no counter evidence to attack. Here, I plead guilty. And there are other instances, which I cannot deny, make creative people look crazy.

The disclaimer is – I am not judging the creative minds. I am not belittling anyone. I am expressing my opinion and my observation. You might beg to differ. And you have the right to disagree with me. In fact that’s my first point.

Whenever people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong. Another Oscar Wilde for you all to admire. But, he has rightfully expressed what most of us feel. If people agree with us, how are we different? And frankly, people don’t agree with us. They in fact oppose us. Some violently, some timidly, some reluctantly. But, they oppose. And we enjoy the opposition.

The Picture of Dorian Gray has earned strong antagonism from the critiques. Its symbolism, especially the homosexual tone of the narration had forced people to stand up and try to destroy the creator. Sadly, in this case they succeeded. The critiques – the epitome of sanity stood united to save the world.

More than hundred years had passed since the publication of the novel. Yet, it is considered to be one of the most beautifully written classics. I cannot agree more. The skill, the craft and the wits of the creator attract nothing but awe. But the critiques – we don’t even know the names of the people who took Wilde to trial. Should I be laughing? Nah, I am not laughing.

Fall seven times and stand up eight. This is the sad part. Creative people fall, too many times to keep a scorecard. They get rejected. They get humiliated. They stand alone. They lose themselves. They doubt themselves. In the end, they only have their reflections left who believe in them. But, they keep going. They keep moving. They keep doing it, despite failure. Jack Ma did. He kept pushing and pushing until his story of failure became the motivational story for many struggling souls.

Creativity is just connecting things. When you ask creative people how they did something, they feel a little guilty because they didn’t really do it, the just saw something. It seemed obvious to them after a while – Steve Jobs. This might be a strong reason. Creativity cannot be explained. Ask Van Gough how he painted Starry Night. Ask Jack London how he created White Fang. Ask Steve Jobs how he came up with ideas to change the world. They will all tell you one thing – I don’t know. They are right. They don’t know. Ideas come. Ideas form. How? Impossible to say. It is insanity to people who cannot come up with ideas.

We find sanity horribly boring. Yes, we do. Being sane all the time means being rigid. I come across so many such people every day, the sane ones, who make me look up and say a prayer of gratitude that I am born with the touch of insanity. No one is more dangerously insane than one who is sane all the time: he is like a steel bridge without flexibility, and the order of his life is rigid and brittle.” – Alan Watts. They don’t know how to dream. And when they dream, they do with reluctance, like they gotta pay big buck for big dreams. Poor soul, I find myself thinking when I met someone like this.

They don’t know what it feels like to set free. They don’t know what it feels like to paint images on the surface of empty sky. They don’t know half the things life has to offer. They don’t give the child inside a chance to come out.

They grow up – it’s their tragedy. We never do – it’s ours.

Still frowning? Well, I haven’t even gotten started. Next I am planning to explore another one of my favorite topics – qualification. Stay tuned to be overwhelmed guys.

Coffee, Notebooks and Pens

Um, yeah, these three are what most writers survive on. There are other necessities as well. Some romantic notions about addictions and nonsense like alcohol or grass. We will talk about it later, in another post. But, right now, it’s coffee, notebook and pen time.

How many vices do you have? What do you absolutely need to set your creativity free? What do you sip while writing?

Yesterday, I sat before the computer with a large bowl of ice cream. I thought I would pamper myself. It’s been long, you know, I paid any attention to myself. A lie. Anyway. I am born with genetic defects and by now everyone who knows me agrees on this. United in agreement. Separated in disagreement. That did not come out too well, did that? Anyway.

Ok, so ice cream. Sadly the bowl full of creamy chocolate fudge did not help me do anything out of ordinary. And it got me thinking. Lately, everything gets me thinking. Curious, don’t you think so? No one would call me a philosopher. I am not. I am rather a twisted personality who speaks her mind out. Have lost a lot of friends that way. But, who cares? You cannot take my truth, you don’t deserve my lies.

Hey lies take a lot of hard work. You gotta think it. You gotta test drive it. You gotta deliver it in proper tone and word. Hard, hard work. Not for everyone lol.

Whatever.

So, when ice cream failed. Thank God it did. Or, else I would have kept gobbling on ice cream only. What that would have done to my weight loss plan, I only shiver to imagine. But, it failed. When it did, I brewed a mug full of strong coffee and came back to writing. And viola, words came pouring out. I finished a very crucial part of my current project.

 

Coffee is a great vice of mine. I need it when I am writing. To be frank I need a lot of it. Mug after mug disappear when my fingers are flying on the keyboard. And I need it strong though I prefer it with milk and sugar. It is like fuel that keeps me going. Without coffee I find myself going adrift. You might have this thing for tea. But, coffee and writing have some special bonding, like eyes and sight or some other crap like that. So much for metaphor.

Ah…notebooks. This is my favorite vice. I buy notebooks like my life depends on it. I need to have a notebook at my fingertip does not matter where I am. Currently, I am carrying a soft cover, red notebook with ruled pages. It is portable and easy to handle. This is my self-improvement journal. Here I plan. I praise myself for sticking to plans. And bash myself if I fail to do it. It works.

I have a creative journal. This one is for story and title prompts. There is a reading journal. Here I review the books I read. You will find an abundance of John Grisham and John Sandford book review here. There is a project journal. This I use to record information about my ongoing projects. I have an idea journal which I use for recording blog post ideas. I also keep a journal for recording positive thought. There is one journal a brown hard covered one. It is expensive. I bought it on a whim (that I do a lot). This is the blank journal. Meaning, I cannot bring myself to use it. It sits beside the computer and stares at me. And I stare back.

Pens? Yeah, I have a lot of pens, ink pen, gel pen, ball points, fountain pens (though I cannot use them), use and throw and many other that I cannot use. But, every time I end up using pencil. I think fast and I need a pen that can match the speed of my mind. This is the reason, I am more comfortable with the keyboards.  

Think I am crazy? Well, maybe a little. A lot in fact. Then again you gotta be crazy to be creative. There is no creativity without insanity. This is another topic worth writing about. And surely, I would explore it next.

Till then…be yourself.  

Price of Tear Drops Huh – Now I Have Heard Everything…

Never make women cry…There is nothing more expensive than a female tear. When a single drop comes out, it first mixes with Loreal eyeliner (Rs 600)and Dior mascara (Rs 2500)…Then when it rolls down the cheek, it mixes with D&G blusher (Rs 2500)…& finally when it touches the lips, it gets mixed with Maybelline lipstick (Rs 850)…This means that a single drop is ruining Rs 6000. Please don’t make them cry guys…It would be difficult to afford it…Issued in public interest. Happy women’s day.

Quite a way of wishing a woman Happy Women’s day. Don’t you think? Needless to say it has come from a guy. And needless to say each morning I get at least one message from the same guy which belittle women.

Nope, don’t think that I am pissed. I am not. What I know and this poor soul does not is that – you are what you see in others.

True some women really apply makeup that make it hard to recognize their real face. But, what about those who don’t wear makeup. What about the women who are not afraid to show their real face to the world? How about their tear drops? How much their tear drops will cost? A penny? A dime? One paisa?

Just wondering, you know.

I have no aversion towards anyone or anything. Life has taught me to accept. But, life has taught me to ask questions as well. I have learnt to fight for my own pride and honor. And to be frank – this is disrespecting.

Sadly, you are not disrespecting us – the women, buddy. You are disrespecting your own self.

In seven months, you will stand hands linked together in front of either Goddess Durga or Kali. God must be laughing out loud somewhere in the Heaven at the joke. I would have laughed too, had I created you.  

I am not a feminist. I don’t follow any such thing. I am just a simple being, trying to make a living with honesty. I have more male friends than female ones. But, one thing is common in my friends they know how to respect.

Don’t respect me. I don’t need yours. I have enough for my own self. And your opinion of me is just that – an opinion. But, please it’s a request - don’t send me messages which will make Hodor look like Tyrion Lannister. I have better things to read.

Thanks for reading this till the end. I just could not resist the temptation of getting some words down on paper. The Women’s Day wish was too much. Now, my soul is at peace.     

Your Attitude Brings the Worst Out of Others

Life has been generous to me. It has given me opportunity of coming across people from various background and upbringing. I more or less go along with all of them. Well, at least I try. You cannot say I go around badmouthing anyone. Anyways…that’s not the matter of discussion here.

The topic is about people and attitude. I have seen enough bad attitude. And always wondered – who are you to show me this?

So, you have attitude. Congratulation. Now, explain to me why? What have you done in life to wear it? What have you accomplished? And most importantly why should others tolerate it?

If you have been to elementary school and I believe you have been to, you must have studied physics. Remember a guy called Newton? Remember his third law? Bingo, every action has an equal reaction. Full marks for this one.

Now, let me proceed.

Show your attitude. People will take it. But, be prepared for the equal reaction. What you show, you see too…

Funny. Isn’t it?

Sadly, that’s the law of life.

So, here is the wisecrack from a wisecracker or BS from a BSR. Control your attitude. Tame it down. Hold yourself till you have risen high enough for others to be forced to take your behavior or misbehavior for the matter.

Those stiff shoulders are not as strong as you think they are. Keep them rigid and life will eventually beat them soft. You should know by now that nothing hits harder than life.

Mellow down. Your colleagues will not forever bear what you are throwing. They will bring their worst behavior out one day. And as for your seniors? Don’t even try that. Because some seniors, who keep smiling all day long, hide a very nasty self. Don’t force it out.

Work place it an assortment of people. We work as a team. One contaminating soul and the entire team might fail to perform.

Mood swings are common. Every human being suffers from it. But, should you go around with a chip on your shoulder because you had a bad day? And that too in your workplace?

Your colleagues are not your friends. They don’t owe you anything. Your seniors might be easy going, but, they should not be taken for granted either.

If you recognize yourself in the write up, it’s time to make a move. Learn from yesterday. And change yourself today. There is still time.       

Nothing to write today

This is the common state which I frequently find myself in. nothing to say today. Yeah, what to say? And why should it matter? I guess it is not only me but many writers go through the same path sooner or later. What I always wanted to know was – how to overcome this. What can one do to overcome the state of nothing to write about?

Hmmm…tough call. But, I guess the answer is simple. Or, so I found. Even few months before, I used to stare at the screen with a blank expression on my face. Nothing made sense to me and the blankness continued to loom like a monster about to engulf everything.

Yet, this should not continue. This should not be a permanent state. But, how to step past the zombie land?

The best thing to do is to write. Nothing chases away the fear faster than doing the thing we fear most. So, rather holding back, it is better to bang some words down on paper.

Nope, those will not be the masterpieces which will surpass the calamity of age and time. But, those banged down words will surely get you going. You never know where you can go once you get started.

Yet, first line matters. I know it does. Once the first line gets down on paper, you can get going from there on. So, what should be the first line?

How about – nothing to write today?

This is the first thing that knocked in my mind when I opened the doc. My mind shook its head and raised its hands and said – hey nothing to write today. So, I banged it down on paper and the rest followed. Pretty neat huh? Try it.

Umm…there is another way of getting words down on paper. How about doing something you usually would not do? Like getting into a verbal fight with someone? It works. Don’t turn your area into WWE ring though. But, a verbal combat brings forth many topics interesting enough to write about.

And then again, you can always get drunk. Many have tried this. And only some have successfully committed the drunk writing offense. If you can handle it (which means if you don’t make alcohol your writing buddy) you can use it to get past the blank state. However, better try to write on your own first.

Nope, I am not a preacher of drunk writing. If you are not Stephen King, it will not help you get famous. Then again, everything should be tried and tested. So, try and test. See what works and what does not.

Sometimes sitting by the window and staring at the sky helps. Sometimes steaming mug of coffee does. But, what always helps is the urge to do it. The heart that does want to quit always emerge out as the winner.

You see, broken wings get healed. Scars disappear with time. What remains is the dream that will not die. On the day when head refuses to cooperate, rely on your heart to guide you through. This is the best way to do something you love to do. 

The Tale of A Baffled Observer…

I have been in corporate for a long time. Have seen a lot, have faced a lot and needless to say have learnt a lot too. But, do you know what I find most fascinating about the journey?

People.

There are so many of them. There are so many types. Capable. Incapable. Highly intelligent. Not so intelligent. Fools. And the list will continue for the next eternity. However, among the participants of this list there is a type that especially attracts my attention. Don’t get me wrong, they will attract your attention as well. Frankly, they will attract anyone’s attention.

Do you know who are they?

Take a guess.

No?

Fine. I will tell you. They are the worthless bosses. You know people we are forced to call sir, because they hold the designation for who-knows-what-reason? These are the people who make me stop and think. How they do it man? You don’t make me call you sir because I respect you. You make me do it because you are sitting on a chair that does not befit you.

Fortunately or unfortunately, we all one time or other in our lives come across people like these. We all feel like picking up the bag and walking out just because that person is there. And some of the lucky ones do walk out. Most of us just stick to the job day in day out and call this example of rotten brain syndrome SIR.

Sad.

But, this is the situation most of us find ourselves in after getting into the corporate life. Tragically, colleges, text books don’t warn us about the bosses who know not that they know not.

They will try to take away your glory. They will try to degrade you in front of others. And they will scare you by uttering the name of the CEO or the founder of the company. And when you walk into their room what do you find on their computer screen? Facebok, logged in and active.

But, that’s not all. They do something else too. They find the people who are trying to do something for the organization and give all their efforts to create obstacles in the path.  

Wow.

Ever met a person like this?

No?

Man, you are lucky. And I hope you stay that lucky forever.

Most of us are not. Most us are standing by the dark abyss and staring into it, hoping someday, the one up there (the Big Boss, The Captain of the Ship) will notice (not us but this call-me-sir-because-I-hold-the-designation type) and do something about it.

Most of the time no one notices. That is sad too. These people are the dead point from which comes out nothing but incapability and unproductivity. Most of the organizations fail because of these bosses, who have nothing but designation.

In case you are fostering someone who fits the description above, do something about it. The faster these people are removed, the better it is for the company. If you want your company and your brand to grow that is. It’s either your brand or them, the choice is yours.  

10 Ways to Survive when Life Beats You Down

Life is a path. But, no one can say it is an easy one. No one can say life will not beat you down. In fact, it will beat you down. On your knees. And it will keep you there, if you let it. There I go again quoting Rocky Balboa. But, it’s true. Life is tough. Sometimes way too tough.

There comes times when nothing works out. There comes times when everyone leaves you. You turn around and there you are alone, even your shadow does not follow you. What do you do in a situation like that? How do you cope up? Who do you blame for the sudden downfall?

And then the billion dollar question is – how do you survive?

Not everyone goes through such darkness. Not everyone is strong enough to endure the torment and still live to talk about it. Not everyone is the protagonist of a bestseller. And it is damn tough being the Hero.

So, how do you keep your spirit alive when even God abandons you? How?

Write To Yourself

This helps. In times when unknown stars shine upon you and no footprint can guide you ahead, you need yourself. Writing is like therapy. It takes the frustration out of the system. It also creates a log of life. You can consult it later. Nothing motivates more than seeing yourself improving every day. So, rather than just talking to yourself. Write. Write a letter. Or, strike up a conversation with your own soul. Remember that heart knows. And heart never misleads.  

Quit Reading Horoscope

Hmm…we resort to reading horoscopes when life becomes one lengthy dark night. We try to find the flicker of light in our stars. But, the fault is not in our stars. It lies within us. Of course, I am not saying astrology is total bullshit. But, daily horoscope comes with its own peril. If it says a bad day is ahead, you will keep expecting everything to go wrong. And if it predicts a wonderful day, you will sigh in frustration and ask – where is that wonderful day? You get my point? Speaking from experience, don’t read horoscope. Don’t look at the stars for guidance. Dig within your soul instead.

Do What You Do Best

Hobbies can be a great diversion. When you can focus on nothing but gloom, turn to your hobby. Read a good book or watch a good movie. Even a couple of hours’ respite can work as a miracle. Allow yourself to heal.

Keep Your Goal in Mind

Have you watched Rocky 4? Do you remember Rocky pasting the image of Ivan Drago on the mirror before he began his training? Drago was Rocky’s goal. He kept his goal where his eyes would fall first thing in the morning. Do it. Write down your goal and paste it somewhere you are bound to look at. Nothing motivates more than seeing what you are living for. Everyone must have a reason to wake up every day.

Find a Mentor

A mentor does not have to be someone who is present near you. It can be someone who is not alive. It can be someone who lives millions of miles apart. A mentor shows the ways. Find someone whose story you connect to. Make this person’s life story your road map to follow. At least for a time being. Tell yourself, if he can, so can I. Of course, you can. You just gotta keep trying.   

Sweat It

Nothing takes frustration out of your system better than a good workout session. Ever tried sweating it out? Well, workout does not only help you slim down, it helps you think better too. Try it. Hit the floor. Or, hit the road. Choose your workout session. Eventually, you will get addicted to it. Better workout and sweat than alcohol or drugs.  

Read Motivational Stories or Watch Motivational Movies

Chicken Soup can help your soul. But, everyone is not a reader. If you are not, you can watch motivational movies. For me it’s Rocky 4. For you it might be something else. But, do something to motivate yourself. It’s needed, especially when no light flickers at the end of the tunnel.

Hold On a Moment Longer

It’s all about a moment. Just one moment and it might all be over. You never know. Yes, it hurts to hold on. Sometimes arms go numb, fingers slip and knuckles bleed. But, holding on is all we can do. Just a moment and that’s it. Life will become better again.

Don’t Bleed in Public

There is no point in telling your story unless you have made it big. When you have earned back your dignity, when you are driving a Lamborghini or an Audi, tell your story. People will read it for motivation. But, until then your story does not matter. Not to anyone. So, hold your tongue. They don’t care. But, you can make them care. It’s your life. Only you can make it large. Not by talking about it. But, by doing whatever you can.

Say a Prayer of Gratification

Yes, God abandons us. He does answer our prayers in silence. Even then show your gratification. Make sure to look up and say thanks every day. You know why? Because, at least you have a path, a way, a dream and the ability to make your dream come true. There are millions of people out there who do not even know how to dream.

You see, easier said than done. Yes, you might think so. You have the right. These points will not make your troubles go away. They certainly did not make mine disappear. But, these might help you give a better shot at it. Fight harder. There is no story in happiness. So, keep heart. Tomorrow will shine with better opportunity. It’s not how hard you can hit after all. It’s how hard you can get hit and keep moving. 

10 Things Only Writers Will Understand

Writers are rarely understood and reluctantly accepted in this society. They are either branded as too intense for their own good or they are labeled as insane. Not that they would mind a lot about what you say about them or what you think. With time they have learnt the art of being rejected and still keeping a smiling face about it. It’s a part of life guys. To be frank when people agree with us we feel the world is going the wrong way. Or, is it us going astray on our tracks?

But, you see being a writer is not easy. Building a world on nothing but a blank sheet might not require knowledge of rocket science but it needs brainstorming. A lot of it. Trust me on this. You gotta be a writer to understand the pain and pleasure of writing. Also, you gotta be a writer to fully realize the truth of the ten points I have summed up for the post.  

The first word is the toughest one

Umm…you ever stared at a blank screen for hours not knowing what to write? No? Well…lucky you. The first sentence is the hardest one to write. You have any idea how much time I have labored over the first sentence of this post? Of course you can’t know. And I am not going to tell. But, I have spent a generous amount of time to craft the first sentence. Fuck the sentence, let’s talk about the first word. It’s the most difficult one to jot down. Once the first word is there on paper or screen, the rest comes tumbling out. But, the first word can kill. Ask any writer.  

It is first word every day

Okay I am pretty unfortunate you know. Each day, I find myself at the same spot doing the same thing. Yes, every day I stare at the screen for a long time not knowing how to begin the day’s work. It is first word every day. And it is starting at the blank screen with a blank expression all over again each morning. When they say every day is a new day they forget to mention how hard it is to take the first step each time.

People are characters

I guess this everyone fortunate or unfortunate enough to know a writer, knows. My friends (the rare few) keep telling me to look away. Whenever they say something, I find myself leaning forward and devouring each word like a monster looking for blood. Everyone comes with potentiality to be in a story or be the story.

Writing is the hardest craft

  

Each time I moan about not being able to write something, people come forward to remind me I am a writer. Fuck yes I am. But, that does not mean I have super natural power. Writing is tapping on the soul and coming up with emotions buried deep and suppressed long. It is not morning pressure guys. Don’t expect us to sit and produce a masterpiece every time we touch the keyboard. Writing is work. And it is hard work.

Isolation is freedom

Every writer is different. Though we write about people and the world, we need to isolate ourselves to think and create. This, people don’t understand. And by now I have quit trying to make them realize the fact. They will never know what we unearth sitting at a corner, staring ahead. So, why bother?

Money is not the motivator

It is the passion that keeps a writer going. Appearing before the screen every day, knowing no one will read what you are producing, living a dual life and getting rejected require more than love for money. It requires unyielding determination to keep going. Or, maybe it requires unheard of stupidity to stick to it. Either way money comes secondary on priority list. What drives us is the sense of doing something unique.  

Middle of the novel hurts the most

  

Hmm…if the first word is the hardest one, the middle is absolutely monstrous. By the time we reach the middle of a novel, the glow of getting a fabulous idea dies down. And by this time most us get ready to haul our asses, if we could. But, it’s not that easy, you see. Until we see The End written on the paper, we cannot move on to another project. Like now, I am ready to write another post but till the time I reach The End of this one, I cannot quit. We are cursed that way. We cannot quit. Or, maybe we are blessed.  

Talking about writing is driving force

You ever dated a writer? Nope? Okay next time you do, be ready to listen about writing all evening long. Not everyone is same, but, most of us are. We love to talk about writing. We love to share stories of our success and failure. It is boring sometimes. I agree. If you are a non writer, you will look for an exit before long. But, it is our driving force. We bask in the glory of the craft. We energize ourselves while talking about writing.

Coffee works like wonder

I drink more than twelve cups a day. I need continuous supply of coffee each time I sit to write. My brain or my heart craves for the aroma of rich, freshly brewed beverage and my tongue demands it. Yes, I am addicted to coffee. It is me or writing I don’t know. I believe most of the writers will agree about needing coffee. It is better than needing alcohol or drugs you see.   

Insanity is bliss

Uh…insanity. Hmm. People lovingly or grudgingly call us crazy. I have been called crazy both ways. But, I don’t mind. Insanity is needed to keep doing what we do, regardless of the result. The result, my friends, is either rejection or mockery, whichever comes first. Do we stop? Fuck no. We don’t. Or, rather, we can’t. Imagination is insanity. I guess every artist is a little or lot crazy. It keeps us going.

So, that’s it for the day. Ten painstakingly gathered facts. Next hopefully I can be back with another post worth spending time on. Leave a comment if you feel like.