Monday 18 May 2015
Thursday 23 April 2015
Reminiscent Dreams At Teenage
I have decided to write one thing but now I am writing another thing entirely different from what I have planned. Not because of deviation, fickleness, distraction or temptation but due to a strong dream I had which influenced my whole perspective and approach. All I had been thinking of writing about supernatural elements, science fiction, romance, psychological thrillers etc. but now what I am writing is beyond all this I have not even imagined that I will be writing such a book.
My dream has revolved around such a complicated theme that I did not even know such ideas could exist in reality. I am no fool who states the obvious, my point is basically dreams are far from reality but some how they are connected to our realities or things we have seen or wished to be there. This is a thing I never gave a thought and never cared about it. And such dream came out so beautifully like a movie directed by stalwarts like Steven Spielberg, James Cameron or Sam Raimi. So many subtleties, complications and clarifications. Totally inexplicable to talk of.
And such a sui generic dream will certainly compel any kind of aspiring writer to take up this dream and write about it. Though I have spiced up my plot with numerous elements, the original idea is actually mind-blowing for a dream which has come to a 17 years old girl like me. But this dream surely demands a long sleep. I slept for about 14 hours to experience the whole dream in High Definition quality. After I woke up I honored my brain for its profound imagination. It was no movie or a book which has inspired me this time but for now it was my own dream created by my own brain officially and legitimately. Ah! No plagiarizing did my brain do. Original and exclusive, I must say.
When I was young I read about a fairy which wove dreams. Initially like an idiot I thought it was that fairy which wove my dream to convince myself that I am ordinary but when I thought of it practically, I realized it was my great brain which weaves such immense dreams.
When you have such a great brain which sits in your head humbly and modestly why not take inspiration from it? Want to surprise yourself? Then explore more of yourself and honor it. It will be the greatest surprise you can ever get trust me.
Dream More, Explore More and Self-Inspire More!
Saturday 11 April 2015
Heroes: My persistent motivation
"Real heroes get badly hurt, they disappear, they waver, they get lost but they never die not because they are immortal but since their impression and presence is inerasable. Most importantly their absence is unimaginable."
I am not very sure whether heroes are born or made but I know one thing, behind every known hero there is a real hero. When you know the hero's true story, you come across the real hero who made your hero. For a man to survive, he certainly needs satisfaction, pleasure and joy. But for a hero's survival, all he needs is inspiration, motivation and appreciation. But remember, the two men i.e. the ordinary man and the hero need 'LOVE'. Love is what injects courage to his delicate soul. Heroes might not have friends but he certainly has bazillion people who love him. And all I know is, that a hero is born from adversities and misery because that is all which makes him resistant and strong.
Coming to me, there is a hidden hero in me. I wake him up by reminiscing my favourite heroes. Right from the inception of the day, I push myself recollecting the heroes I know. This fuels positivity and subsequently the strength. But one fine day I realized......why do I have to think of other heroes when I have an incomparable hero in me?! Yes, I became a hero when I began seek inspiration from my heart which always kept speaking to me but I was too deaf and imperceptive to listen to her. From that very moment, things were all different. My vision, approach and style seemed something beyond ordinary and mundane. I stopped thinking about survival. All I kicked off thinking is about, how to make my survival meaningful and worthy. Let my journey be too short or too long, I don't care. The words, 'I, Me and Myself' are now the synonyms to the world.
I am just 17 now and do I think about cars, boyfriends, fashion, trend, popularity and appeal?! To be honest, I channelize all my youth to the things I feel worthy. I certainly don't consider the above things worthy at all. All I think is about dance and how to preserve the purity and uniqueness of the form I am learning. I worry about how to treasure this great dance form I am pursuing.
At last, heroes also got to be passionate to be heroic with great valour and chivalry to fight the adversities. Why will a hero think of mundane things and get distracted when he is passionate about worthy things he does for his very survival?!
I am not very sure whether heroes are born or made but I know one thing, behind every known hero there is a real hero. When you know the hero's true story, you come across the real hero who made your hero. For a man to survive, he certainly needs satisfaction, pleasure and joy. But for a hero's survival, all he needs is inspiration, motivation and appreciation. But remember, the two men i.e. the ordinary man and the hero need 'LOVE'. Love is what injects courage to his delicate soul. Heroes might not have friends but he certainly has bazillion people who love him. And all I know is, that a hero is born from adversities and misery because that is all which makes him resistant and strong.
Coming to me, there is a hidden hero in me. I wake him up by reminiscing my favourite heroes. Right from the inception of the day, I push myself recollecting the heroes I know. This fuels positivity and subsequently the strength. But one fine day I realized......why do I have to think of other heroes when I have an incomparable hero in me?! Yes, I became a hero when I began seek inspiration from my heart which always kept speaking to me but I was too deaf and imperceptive to listen to her. From that very moment, things were all different. My vision, approach and style seemed something beyond ordinary and mundane. I stopped thinking about survival. All I kicked off thinking is about, how to make my survival meaningful and worthy. Let my journey be too short or too long, I don't care. The words, 'I, Me and Myself' are now the synonyms to the world.
I am just 17 now and do I think about cars, boyfriends, fashion, trend, popularity and appeal?! To be honest, I channelize all my youth to the things I feel worthy. I certainly don't consider the above things worthy at all. All I think is about dance and how to preserve the purity and uniqueness of the form I am learning. I worry about how to treasure this great dance form I am pursuing.
At last, heroes also got to be passionate to be heroic with great valour and chivalry to fight the adversities. Why will a hero think of mundane things and get distracted when he is passionate about worthy things he does for his very survival?!
Teenage: a perfect phase to realize things
Teenage is regarded as the period overwhelmed with follies and filth. But for me teenage is about exploring, experiencing and healing. This is the fine time for self-examination. Our hearts are delicate and minds are vacillated. Full of youth and dazzle. Temptation hurdling our great vision and foresight. This is the time we can dream the impossible and make them possible. Our energies and imagination beyond the blue yonder. Learning till infinite and treasuring myriad jewels we have acquired in our adventure.
"The sage settled in my mind and began to meditate but the pretty little teenaged girl who was locked up in the dungeons of my tough heart, always kept trying to distract the sage who sat in deep penance in my mind. When she tried to loosen the shackles cuffed up to her limbs, the deafening jingle of the rusted iron trembled the resolved hermit's heart. She wailed for freedom, the hermit contemplated sanctity and I kept travelling between both their worlds. It was neither freedom nor self-actualization that was attained but it was wisdom. Wisdom called for me diplomatically and so did I embrace her amidst the battle between the sage and the teenage girl."
Teenage is never an excuse to commit mistakes. It must be an excuse to create wonders. This is the time to realize about what you are passionate about and to what do you want to channelize your inexhaustible energy and imagination after a long path full of adventure.
"The sage settled in my mind and began to meditate but the pretty little teenaged girl who was locked up in the dungeons of my tough heart, always kept trying to distract the sage who sat in deep penance in my mind. When she tried to loosen the shackles cuffed up to her limbs, the deafening jingle of the rusted iron trembled the resolved hermit's heart. She wailed for freedom, the hermit contemplated sanctity and I kept travelling between both their worlds. It was neither freedom nor self-actualization that was attained but it was wisdom. Wisdom called for me diplomatically and so did I embrace her amidst the battle between the sage and the teenage girl."
Teenage is never an excuse to commit mistakes. It must be an excuse to create wonders. This is the time to realize about what you are passionate about and to what do you want to channelize your inexhaustible energy and imagination after a long path full of adventure.
Sunday 18 March 2012
UNRAVELLING MY SOUL
I never want my life to be a message with random letters of gibberish script but that message with acceptable flaws, I say. World is full of great people but Nature stood behind stooping down with humility. Nature keeps explaining things to us with its subtle nuances persistently but we fail to observe and listen to her. Bonding with Nature is incomprehensible magic. Believe every element is talking to you and guiding you. Look into her majestic eyes and humble heart. She shows off her antiquity of her experience and age. You never feel forlorn if you realize her presence throughout your endeavour. She is the only one who can carry scars with utmost elegance.....each scar narrates a gazillion marvels. In her fury, she dances wrathfully and cools down serenely as if nothing has happened. She wails with guilt looking at the devastation. Heals us with immense hope. But only I know that she blushes when she comes across my poetry and prose. With gratitude the sun blazed, it rained and the winds whirled. Then I smiled. I always derive my morals from her wisdom and she always tried to make us better people.
Nature is a better mentor if you choose to become a better person.
Hence, I always choose nature over humanity.
Since small, I have this unique energy where I never saw things as physical forms but signs or hints to solve THE MYSTERY OF LIFE to acquire that treasure that I am entitled to have after this long hunt. That is nothing but the PURPOSE OF MY PRESENCE ON THIS VERY EARTH. Some are astute to recognize and some are too wise to realize. Well, to speak of philosophical ideas I am considered too young but since I am enlightened with these facts, I cannot hinder my flow of writing up my ideas.
Nature is a better mentor if you choose to become a better person.
Hence, I always choose nature over humanity.
Since small, I have this unique energy where I never saw things as physical forms but signs or hints to solve THE MYSTERY OF LIFE to acquire that treasure that I am entitled to have after this long hunt. That is nothing but the PURPOSE OF MY PRESENCE ON THIS VERY EARTH. Some are astute to recognize and some are too wise to realize. Well, to speak of philosophical ideas I am considered too young but since I am enlightened with these facts, I cannot hinder my flow of writing up my ideas.
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