All That And All That!


That’s how it goes, it-seems!

Too messed up at times, too delayed in catching up the blogs, too late in replying to comments, too tired to write and post something, too too for something too! It’s late, but never that late!

It’s been long and while I progressed with my research works that came with necessary immediate deadlines, I lagged and missed my writing. I did write. I have been writing my new ebook called – “The Void” when I found some quick refreshment time and it will come out soon. It’s in half cut and I can ‘throw-this-out-anytime’ shape!

Here is a poem from the ebook “The Void”. I leave it half said and done as that is what makes much sense for now.

We cannot heal every pain,
We cannot erase every stain,
We cannot chase every shadow,
We cannot uplift every low,

 There is a shadow,
While there is a light,
There is a friend,
While there is a foe,

 When there is a friend,
There is a light,
There is a pain,
And still there is bright,

 I stand at start,
I feel infinite,
I do my finest,
Calms down my sight!

Keeping that aside, speaking about life and things, more than a fortnight ago, I completed my 31. Ahh, growing old is so mandatory, atleast in the number game. Being in a joint family with ten people, I had planned to cook for people at home for the day and spend the rest of the day reading something. As planned, it did happen that way. I cooked. It turned out delicious, as complimented by all who ate it (There were no recorded health issues after eating, so I have certain things assured. LOL).

My remaining day went in reading a heart soothing book – “The Forty Rules of Love.” I am going to make a review post for this soon, sometime really soon! The best part of the day was receiving and reading the letters sent by dear ones. It felt incredible! It feels good to know when people care and they write the expressions out taking time from life exhausting schedules.

After all that, it has been work and mostly that. I have this feeling that yesterday was May 31, when I cooked and read, and today is just the start of June. It was a gooey, velvety rush.  “Happy Sunday Everyone”, that I wish with smiles and glee, where my near-two-year-old son is trying to wish me a ‘Happy father’s day!’ in gibberish blabber.

 

 

IBMC Challengers – May 2017


This is a summary post of challengers who have completed or on-going with the Incredible Blogger Marathon Challenge for the month of May 2017. The challenge was instantiated in the early second week of April 2016 and a part of WordPress Event which can be found HERE.

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Anandhi from the blog JUBLIANTLYF is the Thirty Seventh blogger to complete this challenge. The challenges were dealt in an elegant way and they give happiness to readers. The first one can be found here: I am so I am.


‘Thank you’ to all who have taken/been taking the challenge and to all who have liked them. Feel free to take up the challenge if it excites you!:-)

A list of all the completed challengers can be found HERE

The Everyday Present


Note:
This story was written for a competition which asked to pen down a 1000 words flash fiction on ‘memories associated with your favorite book’.


“There is nothing more beautiful than painting the world with words”

Mr. P had one aspiration in his life – To strive and exhibit his best in whichever profession he opts to. The motto was to deliver the best of worlds and never leave a grime to complain. Satisfaction, which is what, mattered the most. The job satisfaction stood on top of the life pyramid pushing down the financial growth to the secondary hierarchy.  Mr. P knew life reveals in various grey shades and heartily welcomed every hues of it.

With several options in hand, his family situations made it inevitable to pick a job which would come with a ‘stay home’ option.  He opted to be a professor. He always wanted to be one since his childhood with many teachers in his family tree. Now the constraints had forced the obvious as an obligatory option.

It was a not a cake walk. Presenting the concepts to a class full of students in the most understandable and effective way was a continuous challenge. It called for an unremitting dedication.

A teacher effects eternity; He can never tell where his influence stops
– Henry Adams

When he used to teach in the class, he used to mentally hop, jump and dance with the concepts. He wanted the students to feel them and have the Goosebumps of amazement. He wanted to connect. Connect through the materials that were jazzing in the book. He wanted his students to see how the concepts rejoiced in the books through words and figures and dance along with the harmony.

In fourth year of his teaching career, he meets this student who sits in the first bench with a beguiling voice. She had a tone which would put her classmates to laugh, at-least to a handful, if not all. She used to ask questions until things logically made meaning to her. If she ever made any enemies then one substantial reason would be that she was way better than her peers.

It took two classes for the professor to have his favorite student. Not that she was the first one in four years. There were a few in every batch. But this girl was different. She was perhaps the favorite among all.

***

18th June 2016, the batch graduates and as the caps go high in the hoopla ceremony, the students completing their engineering education leap with excitement all ready to enter the professional world. It’s a general tradition for students to receive a ‘graduation present’. But that graduation professor received a present.  He uncovered it with lots of surprise to find a book – “Tuesdays with Morrie” by Mitch Albom.

The first page of the book read:

To the best Teacher in the world 

With Best Regards
TomBoy (Your favorite student)

The professor had not heard of the book yet. He decided to give a sneak-peak into the book that night. He had read five pages and could not stop the book. It was early morning 5.00am and he had finished the book, entirely.  The book was not read in one go. There were certain stops to halt and ponder. Some pages got tears. Some gave thoughts to look back and evaluate life.

Have I celebrated life this far? Could I have been better?

Professor had a mini library at home and this book, the one with life lessons from Morrie and Mitch was going to be his favorite. He was sure nothing else could replace this one easily, being so much close to heart and profession, gifted by his favorite student.

Then the professor thought, “Oh snap! Wait. May be there is already one. The lessons professor had learnt from his favorite student and the lessons she had taken away from his teachings”. They were maybe on equal wavelength, if not more!

It was from her he had learnt to write to ‘life’s special people’ on their birthdays. At first the professor had thought it felt good to receive writings on birthdays. But soon he learnt he was wrong, as it was double the happiness to write one.   Since then, he had made it out as a habit to write. It was from her he had learnt to give the cent percent to current work; no matter how much tiring was the previous work. It was from her he had learnt that, smile and being kind propagates to a larger distance than actually thought. It was from her he had learnt how to be a teacher’s favorite student.

All that the professor did was to teach to the best efforts he could and do his duty right. He was already getting the salary for the work he did. The compliment from the students was an additional bonus which nothing could replace. Apart from her amazing handwriting she also had an in-born talent to making pretty cards that fetched smiles from the receiver. She had prepared hand written letters and cards which were presented at occasions through the timeline of the program to the professor. The professor had treasured the cards which spoke about how dedicated he was.

After graduation, she had moved to finally catch her dreams of being an IAS officer and the professor moved to get his research degree. Both of their journeys had ups and downs. Though there was never an explicit mention, there were mails which kept updated about the ongoing efforts and dedicated work from either of them. While they both now struggle to achieve their dreams, they serve as a constant motivation to each other.

It is usual for a professor to find a favorite student. But it is blessing to find a teacher in a favorite student.

Is it not a god’s way of keeping touch with his favorite people?

The take away from the book, ‘Tuesdays with Morrie’, “Learn how to die, and you will learn how to live” however, is going to be a never ending inspiration.​​

Normal Isn’t A Thing!


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Call it a pain,
Call it a bother,
Don’t do it the usual way,
Normal isn’t a thing.

The feel good of stand out,
Make it a little unusual,
With a little extra exertion,
Normal isn’t a thing.

Listener could jump away,
Or get lost in the crowd,
Unnoticed in the jumble,
Normal isn’t a thing.

A little divergent thinking,
A little more deliberation,
A little further dedication,
Normal, and still a thing!

 

Mock, Stalk and Quarrel – Review


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It is a collection of 29 satirical tales varying and touching every aspect of social order. I am pretty sure the team would have had a lot of discussion and tuff-time on placing and ordering the stories. Each story on an average ranges from 8 to 10 pages.

There is satire touched at various levels. Some bring smiles throughout and some at the end. Some articulate the message throughout and some at the end. Here are my favorite five, numbered in the order of my preference:
1. The Leopard’s Tail by Kavitha Murali
2. A Serious Confession by Aryan Huria
3. Darkness Reigns at the Foot of the Lighthouse by Radhika Maira Tabrez
4. In Search of Mr Perfect by Piyusha Purnima Vir
5. Girl Talk by Kirthi Jayakumar

‘The Leopard’s Tail’ had me hooked from the very first paragraph. Brilliant Read. All in all, it was a good and fun read. Kudos to all the Authors and the Editor! This book is going to stand and smile on my bookshelf, calling me to pick up and read, yet again, every time!

 

The Way I See It!



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From this May I have started guest blogging on Racing Against Time, blog run by Jyotirmoy Sarkar. Thank you so much Jyotirmoy for this opportunity. This is fun.  The plan is to do two poems per month.

The first one was posted on May 14 titled: The Way I See It.

I am also sharing the poem here:

They said,
It is a chaos.
Crowded confusion,
Mixed variation,
Hurdles for solution,
Struggling resolutions.
But I see a,
Celebration of mess.

They said,
It is a struggle.
Smiles and cries,
Unsaid sacrifices,
Goals and more,
Never ending sea shore.
But I see a,
Celebration of Life.

He has an awesome blog out there. Do reach out!

We talk Rules and Shapes



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First the rules are formed and then the shape is assigned. This process makes it inevitable that when the shape is seen the rules are involuntary. The rules are anytime identifiable by the shape revealed.

Say for Example:
When we have visible mass of minute liquid droplets, frozen crystals or particles suspended in the atmosphere above the surface of a planetary body, we call the things that adhere to such rules as ‘clouds’.

Now all that said, have you ever seen a water droplet claiming it to be a cloud? Would you take that service?

This is interesting!
Wearing a white coat does not make anyone a doctor. A monkey cannot call itself a gorilla. One has to understand that there are rules. One has to understand and undergo certain transformation to become one. The process is that: first the properties and then the dressing, that how it goes and it must.  It kind of feels funny if the process reverses its order when the shape is first taken and then struggling through entire life to master the rules.

This applies to everything and every tip and toe that we see. Do I call myself a reader and then read books or do I read and then call myself a reader?

I look back at many things and ponder what was the right way and did I do them right! Do I have the right culture?

A to Z Challenge 2017 – Reflections



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May 8th is the official day to do the reflections post for the A to Z challenge and I have patiently waited for this day.

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This is the first year I did A to Z Challenge and ask me not how happy I was and I am. It was A to Z of joy! My theme for the challenge was Idiom a day and an 8 line poem for it. I would like to sum up the same way in the reflections post.

Idiom: Happy Camper

Meaning: to be content or satisfied with what is happening in the life and to have no complaints

Poem:
Pick an idiom for the day,
Look out what it has to say,
Then the thoughts rhyme and mix,
Poem gets the words all fix,
Happy comments all around,
Thank you’s, wishes, gather and surround,
Isn’t it a lucky bumper,
A to Z, a happy camper.

My heartfelt thanks to all who followed my challenge posts throughout the month. Your presence, likes, comments and thoughts made this challenge more satisfying and healthy.  

I have put all the challenges together in a page here: A to Z Challenge 2017

Also made an ebook putting them all together which can be downloaded here: A to Z – Poem for an Idiom

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Guest Blogger: Prakash Hegade [PH]



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Thank you much for this opportunity! Feels good.. 🙂

Just A Star: 1 in 100, Billion

Prakash Hegade, PH, is a fellow blogger I ran into in April when I did his Incredible Blogger Marathon Challenge (IMBC), the challengers are given 15 days to complete ten blog post ‘challenges.’ He really makes you think! I recommend trying it, you won’t regret it.

Prakash is an award-winning writer and blogger. He has a fun and inspiring blog that you should check out! Here is the link to his blog “It’s PH”: https://itsphblog.wordpress.com

I am a new blogger and an aspiring author like many of you who read myblog, so, here are a few insights from both Blogger and Author PrakashHegade:

1. What inspires you to blog?

I feel there is no other better way to paint the world, than with words. Writing is soothing. Writing heals. I started writing and blogging out of my research frustration. Now, I don’t need a reason to write. I need…

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Impatient Me



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There was no magic,
It was just a tragic,
Stumbled over a hurdle,
Then it there repeats,
Deep it then sinks,
Plans to overwrite my existence,
But hey,
I hate to see myself so,
Impatient me!

My roots have been shaken,
Body shattered,
My boots have been lost,
Legs falling apart,
But I will stand still,
Bury my roots again,
Stand like never before,
I don’t like lukewarm,
Impatient me!

Pathetic time was mine,
Body cries was nine,
Shivering over the nights,
Waiting for the bright,
My shoulders need me,
My will power calls me,
I am going to shine again,
Trust me,
I am Impatient!


Note: This poem is an extract from my work-in-progress novel where the character is looking for self motivation after a set of horrible life events.