Grey Matters!

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Ever since I’ve tried to take my own decisions, make my own choices and take my own chances, I’ve looked for either left or right or black or white. School probably taught us that things were either right or wrong and there was no midway that considered anything partially correct and partially incorrect.

As we grew up the importance of being completely right almost diminished because rationality and a choice of opinions always differed. Looking in the mirror at myself today I can’t say I’m correct but I can say I’m different. Because, there’s never just a yes or a no. In certain circumstances there might be a maybe as well. There might be a path not taken, there might be an answer that tells I’m limitless and there might be a mixture of black and white both.

At times people consider this as arrogance or ego because they feel that none of today’s generation wants to follow the path they led. But, it’s not like that, the truth is we’re all on a journey to find our own path because ultimately every destination has more than one route.

It’s whimsical how all of us are in search for the right grey, while our parents, teachers and elders are trying to look for their child who knew just the right black or white.

It’s never necessary to prove anybody wrong but one thing that’s really vital is that grey matters too. 🙂

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Writer’s Block!

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               What’s a “Writer’s Block” really? The incapability of a writer to write new creative content? Or the condition of being unable to think? Or both, the condition of being unable to think of original creative content?

It’s not just about writers that I’m worried today. I want to understand of this “BLOCK” generally. I wish to understand what’s this block that, just came into our minds without permission and it still doesn’t regret being there? How does it exist being there even after we’ve perceived it’s there? Why can’t we really do anything about it?

After a lot of contemplating I found a solution. I mean there can be many but this one was the most effective for me. What do you do when you’re house is a mess? Or let’s be more specific. Your desk is a mess?

At times, if we’ve got a lot of work to do, we let the clutter remain to one side and just start working on something more important. Right? But, most of the times, it doesn’t work for me, I can’t get to work if my desk is a mess and I won’t even get sleep until I’ve cleared it.

Similar, is the case of our brains. Clutter, makes us cranky at first, but as soon as it increases it turns into a block that we cannot put away so easily. Creative thoughts and ideas generally come to those mind cells that are liberated to think out of the box, to think freely and to think productively. But when our minds are too worked up, anything creative too can turn into a big block of confusion and frustration.

So, here’s the deal! Clear the mess, get some space and let your mind free of a block that has basically no right to own any kind of room in there. 🙂

428 New Notifications!

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               It’s been a long time now since I’ve been thinking about all my social media networks. I’ve been thinking about what my social media profile really does? Can I connect better with my people offline? Can I be more productive if I disconnect myself? Would I be updated? Would I be successful if I’m not a regular social media user?

Even though these thoughts didn’t come to me naturally they created a great impact on my thinking pattern. I’ve always been an avid social media user and the number friends on my Facebook profile or followers on my Instagram profile did matter a lot. But today, as I look back to those days when Facebook was merely a new website and we all created registered accounts to learn something new, I can see how the whole motive has changed and that too for nothing better.

This one’s not just about Facebook or Twitter or Instagram, it’s generally about how Social Media has taken up our valuable mind space and personal space and also, how it affects us in various aspects of our lives. Even as I write this article, I can imagine most of you not agreeing with my ideas and you might have important, completely sensible reasons of disagreement towards my thinking. But on an individuals’ level I feel completely satisfied to share my thoughts with people around, through a book rather than a text message.

In today’s world it can be immensely difficult to even try to imagine a life deprived of social media. But trying to come out from that viscous large clique and be completely outgoing, offline and oneself can truly be a beginning of some beautiful things in life.

Yes, it might take time. I believe all tough things do! But we might find better ways to connect, better entertainment routes, stronger bonds and many more social circles.

We might find a better way to live life. 🙂

Last Word!

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               I always stumble upon the thought that, if today were my last day, have I lived it just fine? And the conclusion I always reach to for my query, is a “No”! It’s difficult to live life thinking of death. But yet life is definitely a blessing. A blessing, I’ve always taken for granted. A blessing that I’ve cursed at times too. But I’ve never felt the right gratitude I should feel for the life I live each and every second.

Isn’t it such a wonderful thing to wake up every morning and have another twenty-four hours of plain awesomeness? Of every second to live upto. So what if there are chores to do? Or if there are duties to fulfill. Or if there are tough payments to make? Can’t we do every little thing wholeheartedly? Every word we speak or every step we take? Can’t we be happy about the choices we make? Can’t we be delighted about the decisions we take today? Or contented about the mistakes we make today?

For one day, might have no tomorrow. One day, I might have no time to speak a word or take a step. And that day might have no great last word from me too. None of us will be able to do anything then. So the place is here and the time we have is now and trust me it will never be enough.

So don’t count your footsteps but mark them. Don’t save yours words, rather narrate your emotions. Wake up, dance to the clock, love unconditionally, live happily and make every move your best move so that there are no regrets and you will always have an amazing beginning, a wonderful journey as well as a marvellous ending. 🙂

A World Full Of Possibilities!

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               With the dimensions of earth enlarging day by day, there’ll sure be a workplace just for you. Remember the dreams you had as a child? I don’t think I ever had a concrete one. I always dreamed of growing up to be a dancer or an artist or a story-teller and at times too many people as one. I remember my dream profession changing with the kinds of books I read, television shows I saw or the stories I heard at school. There was a time, probably during the 2nd grade, where I wanted to be just like my mother, so powerful yet humble.

Who knew, there would come a day where we’d have to fight to become what we finally decided upon? Compete against each other to live upto our dreams. Climb on shoulders, to touch the sky?

It takes around fifteen years to understand ourselves, to clear the confusions of our lives and come to definitive answer of what we want to become. A time where we want to know who we are and what we can really do? A time where we urge to find our power and responsibilities. It takes around a decade of struggles to follow that one dream that we feel is the most achievable and is just ours. There do come failures and doubts and all those things that can pull us down. Yet, we feel it’s just no time to turn back and we wish to leap ahead. Probably takes more time to trust our plans, a few more decades to make us reach the position we’ve always imagined to be at. And then is the time, when we can dream a new dream, choose to move ahead or become two personalities in one. To learn a new language or a new sport and all of it then makes sense of the beginning and the journey.

Every destination is a something that was earlier fought for. A place that you wish to die for and a journey that just seems to never end. But there’s always a world full of possibilities. A world of hope and of a dream that comes true. So keep going and keep dreaming and keep fighting till you get there. Don’t lose hope, do cry, but don’t forget to get up to get going back to the same dream for it is wanting to be yours as much as you’re wanting it, like a crazy lover.

Quoting, J. K. Rowling, “Anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.” 🙂

A Life Afar!

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For all those readers who are a nineties born or earlier, would remember those days that were a little distant from technology. I remember going to the parks to play. Reading more and more of books all the time, everyday. I can’t forget how mom scolded me and my siblings from watching television for more than an hour. I remember how we all sat together to sing or play and at times dance our troubles away.

I don’t see any of that happening today. We’re unfit and unclear, frustrated all day. We all sit with mobile phones closer than the people are. We are socially active but usually lifeless and slothful by far. I can’t remember when I left the book and took a phone in my hand. But I wish I can do vice versa soon and get new books back to my hand.

I wish to get to my feet and dance my worries out. I wish to play a game of chess with my dad and to laugh out. I wish to go jog not because it’s a duty but fun to jog and laugh around. I wish to sing more than to listen to my favorite music tracks which were earplugs bound.  I wish to help mom cook desserts again. I wish to find my old friends, again. I wish to leave the techy games behind. I wish to pick up my pen leaving the keys far behind.

I know it’s different world today but it sure can be balanced too. Let’s try to take a walk into a life afar from technology too. 🙂

The Rights Of The Left Way!

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               Most of my life, I’ve been afraid of myself. Yes, if there’s a phobia that describes “self-fear”, I definitely have had it for most of my age. I’m not scared of myself, I’m scared of how wrong I can be, how much people can hate me, how hard I can fall or how bad I can fail. The fear of not being “good enough” has always kept me behind closed doors. Doors that always had an opportunity knocking on them. But I always felt that those opportunities weren’t meant for me.

Soon the time passed and with it the opportunities too. Now the fear of being behind the closed doors crept in so bad that stepping outside seemed like a much better path. A path that was unseen, unknown and definitely untraveled before. I knew I was alone here, but at some point isn’t everybody alone?

I took a few small steps thinking I’d reach the destination. Unknown of this world outside my door, I tripped hard and hurt myself too but I got up since this was the only way remaining right? Another few steps got me to diversions in the path I chose, since the destination was far, I thought to befriend my journey and trusted myself and my instinct. Another few steps brought me to a sea where I saw my reflection which was unclear but this time it looked fearless, brave and proud. The confidence to move further came in diminishing the fear that had taken place in me for so many years.

I took a few more steps and understood that I had come into the wrong direction. So what would I do now? I corrected my mistakes and went further. I won’t say that I’ve reached my destination but this journey has taught me a lot. From being afraid to do something because I could be wrong, to do something because I could be right too. This path of learning has sure been longer than it should have been but I’ve learned to think about the rights of the left way.

So now it doesn’t matter what can go wrong, because I can make it right. What matters is what can go right. 🙂