Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

Monday, October 20, 2014

About Daydreaming and British Radishes



Sometimes you need so little effort to move forward and sometimes it takes a sea. And it is easy to decide if a certain effort or lack of it has been productive in some way. But productive to what end? Everyone knows that each one's success looks a little different. My success or idea of it is different than what success means for you. But where does it end? When I write my first novel, or when I am published or when I get a Booker.
I have realized with time that all that we do and not do is worthwhile. It is not for the culmination of any goal necessarily. Its for becoming who you are becoming and becoming doesn't stop at some point. Am I concerned about being 27 and not knowing where I am going? I am. But so is everyone. I am concerned about daydreaming too much, losing a lot in life's trivialities, cooking, cleaning, being presentable. But we forget that all this, adds to my becoming in some way.
There is this article I read that affirms my belief that daydreaming is important. There is no set framework for success. Being professionally successful is not the only success there is. So to add to your Monday:

Non- Career Advice and why daydreaming is important. I am going to follow this series through.

Chopping Onions and Garlic

What does the world eat for Breakfast. Just spotting the dosa made my day.

There is a hotel for bunnies. Get ready to melt at the pictures.

And just for fun, what not to say to a woman on her period.

You have a good week ahead.

Top photo from my daily ventures into British vegetables. The photo is edited in Pixlr Express on my Android.


Monday, July 28, 2014

Quarter Life Crisis

Hey,
You ll get a lot of 'what am I doing with my life' moments, especially when you are 26 going on 27 and recently married. Orrr that must be just me. Tons of coffee and useless browsing later you realize that these are the very things that are sucking your wind (And lots of reruns of FRIENDS I guess! Going by the innuendos). And the job... That job's a bitch I tell you.
But hey.. I am glad that these lead to some serious reading spurts and more coffee and lots of thinking going on. Really.. Who has the answer to that question? Not me. Neither a lot of people I know. Those who seem to know it (I hate them) are plain lucky. Those without any such non sensical questions luckier still. I have a blurred out, skeletony, somewhat structured but mostly blank answer to that.
I hope I get to the age and part where I know all. But I guess there's no fun in that. The fun is in not knowing where you're going, letting it be a surprise. Coz you know what crap they say about journeys being more important than the destination or something. I've just decided to put that to test. Going with what I know best to do. Putting words to my thoughts and ramblings.
Let's see, where does this journey take me.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Poles Apart

Beloved...
You aren't like me nor me like you
We are poles apart, me the secluded cold South and you the glowing, growing North
Yet we are tied, with a bond that surpasses us both
For that bond is all that is right and all that's wrong
We need to be together, yet always so far
I want to grow old with you still..
I want to see what its like to be at the North, steady, planned and motivated always
May be you ll too see the beauty in beaming like the South, being drunk, making up fairytales, walking amongst clouds
I pray we see what its like.. To be poles apart