Random Quotes

May you live with your tender heart wide open, falling into the center of love. May everything get in, may all your sorrows catch you by surprise.”
-Diane Meriwether, Quora user, http://www.quora.com/Diane-Meriwether

I pledged to live my life as fully as possible, as though I had nothing to lose. For a few months afterward, I consciously tried to fight against the status quo. It’s so easy to get stuck in the waiting place, putting things off until later, even when those things are vitally important to making your dreams come true.

But the truth is that, in order to make progress, you need to physically and mentally fight against the momentum of ordinary events. The default state of any new idea is failure. It’s the execution–the fight against inertia–that matters. You have to remember to go against your instinct, to confront the ordinary, and to put up a fight.
-Dustin Curtis, http://dcurt.is/the-fight

If you have a goal, you must seek it out ! Never give up !
-Ryu, StreetFighter 😉

“I told you guys, don’t stop believing !”
-Vettel, F1 driver at Dubai Grand  Prix, 2012

The art of writing

WHEN TO WRITE


1) When ill, but not very ill

this apparently is a good phase/time. You have been ill for two days, with innocuous cold, or fever, and you are incuperating. What better time to write. You have been in touch with your sub conscience, and all that hours of churning and thinking, will now ooze into thick byproduct. (as it is happening right now 😉

2) When at vacation

This is also excellent time, especially if you are at sea-side, or lofty hills. Nature works on your right brain in strange ways. Didn’t Wordsworth had his epiphany next to tintern abbey. Period.

3) When travelling

Be it in bus, train or air, its all fine if you are the one not driving.  The new places, new panorama provides with ample opportunity

4) Some awesome read

Its usually when you are reading some great work, and it hits you all of sudden, damn it, I can also write, I have to write. And lo, you are on !

5) Late night, in wee hours of morning

Usually happens when your aim is a night out, after 3 most of the world in your part is asleep, except you. That is a strange yet strong feeling, you feel like you are the one, the chosen one, the enabled one.

6) When not in love

It is like the Juliet missing romeo, even before she met him. Its pretty ideal situation, your imagine love, and your imagination is your ink.

7) When in love

Now do I really need to elaborate this. Best time to write poetries, love letters mate.


8) When out of love

This is also a strategic time, your are brimming with feelings. You have memories, and you don’t know what do with them, Jot them down. Simple


9) When making love

Well…well..well…really, you want to?


10) When Nostalgic

Nostalgia for homeland, nostalgia for someone. Wipe that heavy nostalgia off your face, and paint your words with it.

11) When Lonely

It is must, you do not need any personal chatter to break your chain of thoughts. Believe me it is pretty brittle and fragile. One small chit-chat, and you have lost it.

12) When you got epiphany

Ask Gautama Buddha 😛

WHEN NOT TO WRITE 

1) When intoxicated/high

Contrary to popular believes, writing your thought when you are high does not works for me. It always seems an excellent idea to do so, but next morning either the writing in unintelligible, or the word doc is pathetic and incoherent, with some new unheard words.

2)  When extremely happy

Again this being the crest phase, I do not feel at all like grabbing a notebook and writing something. You can of course jot down later whenever it pleases you.

3)  When extremely sad/angry

This can be a tempting time, but again the output is more like spew of anger or sentences of self-loathing or self depreciation. Writers discretion is advised.

4) When not alone

This one is fairly simple, unless you have trained your mind this kind of multitasking- whereby you can chat-chat-chat and also write-write-write.

 

WHERE

1) In office, weekday blues

Take out small ten minute out of schedule if you can, and key them on microsoft outlook.

2) Coffee/Breakfast Table @cafes

It serves as one of the best place to jot down. There is whole live film going in front of you. Ask JK Rowling

Paraphernalia for writing

i)                    Table lamp

ii)                   Fountain pen

iii)                 White crisp paper in notebook

iv)                 If not #(iii), then awesome keyboard, big screen, fully charged, light notebook

v)                  Suitable music, preferably with no lyrics

vi)                 Typewriter , oh boy !!

PS: the writing mentioned above, is not writing paid blogs, or tech blogs, or startup blogs. It also does not includes writing notes that teachers forced us to take, or writing technical conference papers on some abstruse topics.

Secondary writers

Now plight of writers these days is pitiful(may be its a strong word), before you start chiding me, I am talking of secondary writers. The ones who have designated writing as their secondary hobby, (which also includes me). Usually I go through some of their blogs, and it resonates with self-plight, their moods,  inability of this world, ‘ the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men’. Yet what shines through these words is a heroic attempt to keep the fire on. As one of my friend quotes in his blog, “I do not want to give a new dimension to this voice, rather the attempt is only to keep voice alive”. He writes beautiful poems in hindi, and we have a promise whereby someday we will be publishing our anthology of poems, in hindi and english. Say amen !

The other one is a mathematician, who writes coherently and metaphorically. But he choose a social news site which was launched in late 2006 over this, and now is lost in his own world of memes and rage comics. He moves around asking “when does Narhwal bacon, in an attempt to acquaint someone from his cabal. The other one is a physicist with a hobby of writing screenplay, but the demands of  Physics are high, and writing takes a back seat. Yet it is inspiring to know he takes time out to play Lux Aeterna, and rather  plays it very well.

Nonetheless as I said they attempt ‘to keep the voice alive’. Yet sometimes it pains me, knowing that the left brain has overpowered its counterpart.

“I am the left brain.I am a scientist. A mathematician. I am accurate.Linear. Strategic.I am always in control…”

“I am the right brain. I am creativity. A free spirit. I am passion…”

 

So then it essentially boils down to right brain vs left brain. So now I am thinking of changing the title from “plight of bloggers” to “right vs left brain”. But the struggle is a splendid, and why it couldnt be a cooperation rather than a struggle. There, there ! words do not flow with an empty stomach. So I will sign off. <Secondary writer, huh?>

PS : worth mentions

http://sparshturaga.wordpress.com

http://bekhaufranjan.blogspot.com/

http://everhostile.blogspot.com/

Schrodinger cat; stupid haikus


Dude, this is becoming your journal. Wtf !! I swear man.

The protagonist goes on with his ways of procrastination and complacence.

Now what is wrong with girls these days. No nothing in particular. But this one in question was in lecture auditorium, and may be out of boredom or his bf next to him wasn’t entertaining her enough, she took out comb and started pruning her hair. Oh man !!

In general though these undergrads are funny bunch. We are to submit attendance through a sms system, and man they submit mast-mast text.

A few

1)    What is this life about?

2)    Sleepy

3)    Elephants are cool

4)    Schrodinger cat is alive

5)    (.)  <wats dis…half boob??>

Kudos to prof. though.

And I am on with Helvetica, <oh boy !! don’t make this blog a journal K> I should really go and drink some water, this thirst is becoming unbearable. Blame it on internet addiction. Water somebody plz.

 

#1

Chilly me, hungry me

“More of POP3”, no more plz

Lecture over, me gusta

Really? Haiku is it??

KIGO is season word = Chilly

KIREJI : cutting word, as wiki says 1 can use punctuations in english haiku.

5-7-5 syllabic structure.

 

#2

Song melodic, water drops

Running in circle, are we?

sleeping soul under sleepy eyes.

<5-7-5; Kigo = water-drops; kireji=are we?>

 

#3

Sugary ice-cream, misty winds.

Low on currency, can’t call back.

Empty emptiness, is good.                   <nope nope>

<5-7-5; Kigo = misty winds; kireji=can’t>

 

day 12 : Art of reading novels – an introduction.

A word about Kazuo Ishiguro, now since I have finished “remains of the day”. His reads are evocative ones, there is a storyline, but the way he hides the emotions among words. Its like the way one reads human emotions, you got to have a certain level of EQ to decipher emotions. That is what which makes his books contemporary classics. The intertwined feeling of love, that never comes fully to surface, you have to dive deep to fathom its depth. Like a tip of the iceberg. You read pages, you get some feeling, you think on it  and then you can actually feel it. Not like our times where you write love few times to convey the feeling, I wonder that is why they have genre classics and contemporary.

Well I also think winters are the best times to read up such novels, when temperature outside are dropping, there is moisture and cold in air, and the canopy of quilt gives the requisite shelter and environment to read a novel. And yes there is no one in home to chain-pull your train of thoughts. Someday I might write something on “art of reading”, let this post be an introductory one .

Which reminds me of Ishiguro’s first novel I read, “never let me go”. It was by the seaside of old-french ambiance of Pondicherry I finished the book. Amid the vast expanse of sea, the unending horizon and the shrieks of sea-birds. But this one, ‘remains of the day’ extended well beyond six months. I think it is like a aged scotch, you sip a little, relish it, savor it, and then pass into the state of thinking that only fine scotch can induce. And once you are satisfied and contended, you move on to another sip. A fine book is similar species,(if Darwin would have been alive few more years then definitely fine scotch and fine books would have been classified under same genus) So talking of a fine read, you try to save it for the best of times, and not waste it like a prodigal son, but more like Aisan son.Believe me it is very difficult to get over a hangover after reading a good read. For scotch you have ginger ale, full course meal, and if I remember correct an acquaintance once (impossibly) suggested red-bull. I think jotting your feelings down is the best cure, god save the ones who cant/dont and move around in time-space with an incomplete feeling of something needs to be done. I wont say that I had been stuck by that feeling quite a times, but this time nay !

There are few books which leave a deep impact on your psyche and way of living, like Atlas Shrugged, it inspires you to search the hero in you. Not the google search but rather searching for oneself among the layers of life. The characters larger than life which are heroic and have the charm and integrity. Indeed I should thank my aunt, who gave me my first novel when I was 10 years old. It has been like 16 years now since I got entangled in this hobby, infact it has ceased to be hobby anymore. It is the way of life, and all I can think about when I will be able to write as eloquent as these great writers. Amen.

You say, you’ve been everywhere and nowhere

You say,
you’ve been everywhere and nowhere
Donning the commas.

Here goes the moon up,
taking in the wind
Speak for yourself?

You must been sleeping,
putting ellipsis
Afraid of closeups, holding breath.

Hey  were you too busy to breath in and out
Excuse me!
But were you too old singing the odes and blues.

Driving ferrari in sands,
swinging high and low.
with and without time.

Isn’t it amazing here?
breathing in and out,
rainy days and rainy nights.

U shunning it this time
no way….it is the beauty in.
listen up…its sound of me
hear it out…

C’est La vie!

I was drowning once into the sea,
even a caffeine overdose could not lift me up.

At the end of a lighted labyrinth, I found him.
Donning a white tuxedo, He sat easy on a easy chair

He sipped his tea and added casually with a smile
“In this land supreme, every one comes with a dream”

I asked, “Are you evil?”,
He said , “did you ever questioned your devil?”

“Save the wordplay…
And your world play.”

Did you ever tried to break his chains,
or help him when he did fire heist?

You should have shared his weight,
You quoted, ‘For every man shall bear his own burden.’

Did you chide when he soared high

To melt with the sun bright.

Thou should have thrown some light
when knight became dark?

Did you stopped the fifth prefect
and a ‘ kiss for thirty silver pieces’ ?

Why did a vulture lost his wings
to die in his beloved king’s arm?

And he who was the eldest, strongest and noblest.
Died bcos he lived unto his word.

Where were you all these times?
Enjoying the ethereal drink of yours?

He sipped another sip,
And all he said was “c’est la vie!” .

(have tried to capture the undue fall of heroes, so readers will find reference to Prometheus, Atlas, Icarus, Bruce Wayne, Jesus, Jataayu and Karna. The first paras happened in lucid state )

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