This is the theme of January’s NaBloPoMo. I have put pressure on myself by tweeting that I shall post a blog today. The whole day went by and I have no clue what to write on. So I chose pressure as my subject.

1) Pressure is when Sachin had not hit a century for a year and walked in to bat in front of an expectant audience.

2) Pressure is when Hritik Roshan had delivered a series of flops after his debut and people were dismissing him as a one film wonder.

3) Pressure is what Kejriwal is facing as a maverick CM.

4) Pressure is what Ganguly faced when he lost his form finally. Remember his world cup ad?

5) Pressure is what Obama faced when he was up for the second term.

6) Pressure is what Rajyavardhan Singh Rathore faced when he won the Double Trap medal.

7) Pressure is what Mary Kom faced when she entered the final rounds in Olympics.

8) Pressure is what Sania Mirza faced when she was up against Venus Williams.

9) Pressure is what Amitabh Bachhan faced when he went flop in his middle age.

10) Pressure is what I am facing when I struggle with my writing block each day, since about year 😛

New Year Resolution(s)

2013 ends. So does my writing break.

With the time for new year resolutions nearing, there are so many thoughts teeming in the mind that it is difficult to identify whether the resolution is feasible or not and if it is, whether it is worth putting it on my high priority list.

This list summarises all the significant and minuscule resolutions in no particular order :

1) Continue my poem-a-day resolution which was abandoned last year.
This resolution is revised to post poems/other articles as regularly as possible
2) Plan week’s posts in advance.
4) Eat a fruit a day.
5) Go on 20 min walks atleast 2 days in a week.
6) DOWNLOAD and listen to music.
7) Use a planner app/diary and an expense tracker app.
8) Take pictures when possible.
9) Sum up (not summarize) the day everyday at the end of the day 😀

The above list is a collection of tangible and intangible goals…lessee how 2014 gets me on my toes 🙂

*getting in the writing groove*

– Meta

Post updated on 17 January 2014

The fine art of improvisation

The art of improvisation is closely related to oratory which comes in handy while addressing a large crowd. Oratory or public speaking as we say, needs a lot of composure and background thought. Folklore has it that once Dr. Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan was asked to address a student gathering. Somebody introduced him as a speaker who can speak on any given topic. One cheeky student pointed to a bottle of water kept for the speakers on the dais and asked him to speak on the bottle’s cork. He spoke for 2 hours to the hall packed with students, all listening with rapt attention!

Dr. Radhakrishnan was as exceptional a teacher as he was an orator. Teachers across the nation thank him on Teacher’s Day (his birthday is celebrated as Teacher’s Day in India), for giving India’s teachers their much deserved prominent place in people’s minds. Teacher’s Day is celebrated in schools and colleges throughout India with much enthusiasm; primary and secondary schools leading the way in the nature and scale of celebrations.

When I was in school, I looked forward to Teacher’s Day every year; eagerly waiting for my chance to be THE TEACHER. Ours was a fairly new school and mine was only the 4th batch which would pass SSC since the school’s inception. As a consequence, the 1st batch always got to play the teachers for consecutive 10 years! I always used to envy them for that. 🙂 Finally in 10th grade, I got to be in my teachers’ shoes. I taught Science and English then. There was this lesson on a fox terrier and I had prepared in advance for it.

I had taken along a chart showing various types of dogs from pomeranians to labradors to bull terriers and great danes. Dogs are queer species. Unlike cats, who pretend to be their master’s masters, they like to learn tricks. Cats hate being told to learn anything. Unless it is Talking Tom, he not only learns everything ‘by heart’ as school students say, but also repeats the speaker’s words in a cute accent. That is one good student!

That is how a teacher wants his students to be – obedient and receptive. Such students make their teachers proud. I hope I am one of them. It  feels as if that Teacher’s day was only yesterday! But then tomorrow (5th Sep) is again Teacher’s Day! Gosh, time sure flies! And I am still a big procrastinator. I must really improvise. Err, improve. Improvisation is an art already acquired by me. For how many of you noticed that I did not have a blog post here?!  *ducks n runs*

An ideal student – obedient and receptive




Writing is not an escape



Note : This is a rant.

Writers are dreamers. They keep talking big things. They see the world in a different way. They unnecessarily romanticise things. They do not pay attention to real life and take shelter in imagination. Writing is an escape from the reality. Writing can only be a part time hobby. Nobody can be a serious writer and manage other stuff like job, business, household life. Writing is the passion of the extreme rich or the extreme poor.

How many times have I heard these sentences? Writers are dreamers. That is correct. They do see potential in everything. In a way, writers are innovators, conceptualisers, pioneers.  A quality necessary for every entrepreneur and businessman. They don’t talk big. They want to enjoy each and every creation of nature, every emotion a human being can feel. They do not romanticise things – they just see simple things in life with a child-like awe. They just want to live life to the fullest. This enables them to be happy always.

It also leads to a certain nonchalance. Like the song says, “Gham aur khushi me farq na mehsus ho jaha….” This nonchalance, also called equanimity by the more spiritual, makes them efficient in their daily work. Writers react the same to any situation they face. They say ‘Wow, so this is how it feels!’ and go make a note of it. They observe themselves and their life as the unbiased observer mentioned in our physics textbooks. This doesn’t mean they escape reality. They face it with the detachment of a monk.(I have come to love this word 🙂 ) Writing is then, meditation.

Writing is the dessert, the goodie one enjoys after having a dinner filled with daily routine, awesome work day and family time. It is not really an escape from life, but discovering the realities of life. I have heard people exclaim, ‘Oh writing? It requires a bohemian lifestyle no?’ It doesn’t! Look around and one does find a part writer in every person – be it writing funny sticky notes for roomies, students forgetting mugged essays and composing one runtime, techies writing interesting mails as their status, people on Facebook/Twitter, a housemaid forgetting lines of the song she is humming and then making it up.Have you ever noticed babies? They have a funny habit of making limericks about anything they see.

Writing is a way of life. An essential skill for everyone wishing to make a mark in their field. Writing is a stress-buster. Writing is a negotiator. Writing is a rescuer. You name anything and writing is it. (That is the skill of an engineering student eh? To justify anything :P) So yeah, to sum up


Project 365 – 5 – Paabandiyan

A poet from a country which has freedom of artistic expression may not choose to publish his work (for whatever reasons, say personal); while there would be an artist struggling to get his work published in the less free regions of the world. I sat pondering on this for a while and then the idea of this post came from the word Paabandiyan, which means restrictions. Every word has a relative meaning from person to person.  So does Paabandiyan.

A picture of two friends from an old era came to my mind. Say from Chanakya’s period. They both studied at Nalanda. One wants to finish his studies and head to Himalayas to explore the deeper questions of life. While the other, wants to finish his studies and head home – and get married to his fiancée. The first friend finds it very amusing of his friend to walk into worldly ties willingly. His own family has been appealing to him to stay back. These ties are suffocating him.  He wants to be free, while his friend wants to embrace them happily. To the world, he would be forbidden to be a part of society as a monk. But to him, he is willingly giving it all up.  At this moment, ‘restrictions’ ceases to be true to its negative connotation and is just a hollow word. And hence, the poem says – There are many forms of restrictions, some voluntary, some enforced. To the world, the Paabandi is for the monk, who won’t be allowed to live in the society. While to the monk, the Paabandi is his family’s insistence on staying back and getting married.

Paabandiyan to kai hain, kuch chahi, kuch unchahi

paabandiyan to kai hain,
kuch chahi, kuch anchahi.

ek hain,chahte hain azaad hona,
aur ek, bandhano me bandhna

kahi ek kadam bandhe jeevan ki dor,
aur kahi door ek jogi chala himalay ki or,

paabandiyan to kai hain,
kuch chahi, kuch anchahi.

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