Impressions..

I'm not easily impressed by anyone..

And that's true! So, when I was asked to put a story about the most creative person I've ever met, I had to really put stress on my mind to get an answer. Unfortunately, none could fit into my expectations. 

I gave up, but deep in my heart I knew I was missing out someone. I consider that person really very creative and I'm assured I've judged him right. 

Though I've neither met him in person nor ever will, still he does exist. He's his own rare kind. My friends doubt my experiences with him on net. Even at the moment, he might be reading what I'm writing.

He himself writes a lot: in fact a ghost writer. I use my intuitions to recognize his work. It's fun mixed with mystery.

He writes day and night. Sleeps too little. When dawn breaks, his work comes at halt, that means now he must be sleeping. In few hours again his work starts showing and I know he's awake. His frequency of writing poems is around two hundred poems, on an average in twenty four hours. His work also constitutes short stories, novels, screen-writing and may be more that I'm still unaware.

His skills not limited to bi or tri-lingual. He belongs to polyglot super-family. Impressed? I am.

The impact his poems can have on me is no less as whatever new movie I see these days somehow seems to project his ideas through dialogues of characters in it, irrespective of the screen writer displayed ( a ghost writer).

There is more room for surprise as he's a pop singer, song writer, music composer, an expert in playing almost all musical instruments since he was of eight. He's globally known for his live concerts making crowds dance to his tunes. Soon, he'll be seen as an actor in one of the comedy films.

There's more to his credits. His creativity touches oil paints too.

With innumerable names in the cyber world, he remains a hidden identity. Any age, any name, any country, any emotion, and the list goes on and on: he fits into all!!! He has an in depth knowledge of religious scriptures and his work not bound to a particular country, region or religion.

Moreover, he is a shy qualified professional in medicine. The image he puts in front of the world is a bit notorious one. May be he's an emotional, crazy, romantic as he says about himself. He at times behaves like a funny, high headed, spoilt brat. His behavior can be perplexing. His poems have an enormous variety, a reflection of his varied moods perhaps. Now and then, they go on to prove him a sensitive being with  practical brains who makes other feel like dirt, an uneasy feeling.

It's not less interesting how I acknowledged him in an uncertain, unpredictable net world. 

If I say, he's a genius, you must agree!

Diwali gives a reason to live..

Diwali times have always been a source of strong motivational force to turn my world upside down...

Don't worry, not in any wrong sense..I mean in changing things for better than before.

Throughout the year when the whole family is juggling in their mind bogging routines of office, school, home trying to fit meals, assignments, tests, homework and a lot more (recreation of course) than the capacity to handle and that too on set times certain areas of home do go neglected. And festival times like Diwali (in India) still hold importance and a good excuse for de-cluttering hidden nooks around the house. 

After two whole days unceasing sole hard work the results were quite pleasing for all. 

The kids suddenly preferred sitting in dining room instead of bed with usual television cartoons. Rearrangements in the living room with new colors displayed on old walls and slight change upholstery and furnishings were enough to attract them to their right places. I wished I had tried this before to get such obedience from them. 

Such experiences do teach parents how to deal with their boredom from time to time..

Anyways, getting rid of things no longer in use or requirement in future was the best happening. All seemed much lighter and positive. 

Diwali is absolutely said to be the festival of lights, leading to an improved nurturing ambiance, filling our cells with an energy to live fully and at best..

Keep smiling.. :)

Bye for now..

Old diaries..

Going through pages of an old diary, my eyes got stuck at few particular pages..

Nothing special, I had just written my daily, weekly, monthly targets on them and never bothered to look back after a certain point of time! 

Sounds sad, isn't it?

I feel, we all go through such events as limited capacities of our brains cannot hold everything forever, and everything cannot be achieved..

Still, it provided a good feeling about myself. 

At least I tried writing down my priorities..

Though they lost their meaning with time, yet reading them after four years brought back many dumped memories of significant losses and few insignificant victories; step by step progression of each; efforts made in the most appropriate direction (at least what seemed then)..

Whatever, quite much time has passed since then, many events overpowering nerves making me forget the details of past.. 

But the way I sorted my problems then, now motivated me to go further with my future projects without much thinking of outcome in terms of success or failure. 

Don't we remind ourselves often, we ought to be in action until our life demands the ultimate rest from us..!

Wishing you better thinking for better days,

Have a restful sleep to face a bright and hopeful tomorrow!

Bye..

Something awaited..

I'm sitting in front of the computer screen, and this webpage before me for so long and don't know what to write. Now, I can't even recall what urge led me to this site. Maybe it's been ages since I wrote something, maybe not of much relevance to share with you all, at least from my perspective or maybe I missed out many things happening around me..better call, a hibernation phase..in true sense, a writer's block being experienced..Even with closed eyes and nothing to think, a blank page still awaits for something to be put into ink, shape into words giving meaning for one and all,,...let's see what comes out..

Till then, 

Bye..

Politics at work place..

Everybody has faced politics at work place at one time or the other, it comes as no surprise and is talk of every day in developing countries like India where the gap between the rich and the poor remains unbridgeable..where, the so called middle class has to undergo all sorts of societal pressures and stresses. Although times are no doubt changing fast in terms of advent of modern technology in every field, there is ample room for growth of good, unbiased mental outlook among the working class..right from clerical jobs to places of highest authority.. 
What happens when the very job which is sole source of monthly income, on which living of family depends, turns out to be a sore object of your life. At times, sending your psyche to suicidal extremes..It happens and is a very sorry state that should be avoided at any cost..
May be I'm reacting too much, but there are times when one feels like throwing everything off when despite his or her best intentions people around just take them for granted.
Upon taking a closer look in certain spheres, its obvious a chaos like situation prevails, which can lead nowhere near progress of the country as a whole.. For instance..
People are so blinded by money and power that if one doesn't come from a millionaire/ billionaire business family (then why would the person slog in first place) or doesn't have contacts with powerful people of the society ( the political ministers, bureaucrats etc), he's worthless in today's society. His works will remain pending, he'll be made to struggle for his basic needs or will turn out to become bitter and quarrelsome fighting for his fundamental rights like better working environment..
The list of bitter realities goes endless..You're failed in professional exam despite being a diligent student, you're deprived of much deserved promotion or regularization of services despite best efforts, and still thanking gods for fulfilling your basic daily needs. And the list of compromises goes on..the shock like state knocks you when you see a junior passes exam with flying colors though performance not up to the mark or a professional seat is especially created for someone who hails from a political background..Even then, you tolerate gulping down your pride, ego, self respect (whatever you may call) just because you're made to feel inferior in some way or the other, or you start making plans of somehow gaining influential contacts to get your work done, or otherwise get dumped in a corner feeling miserable! and you feel the taste of shit in your mouth, feel like gunning down everyone involved..the society stinks and few enjoy their power..
As if this is not enough, these people born with gold spoon in their mouths always try to escape from real work, they somehow choose the weaker as an easy victim to do tasks assigned to them..and many a times your conscience is easily sold out..If you retaliate, you are left no where!
As far as I'm concerned, I bluntly refuse on face not bothering the results, and observing all like a mute spectator..I know, I cannot do much..Just praying and waiting for days to change for better and they will one day!