Monday, 18 December 2017

The limitless boundaries of a writer.

Writing is cathartic.

Writing is beautiful.

Writing is ethereal.

Writing touches you deeply, wraps you in a sheath on comfort.

Writing lets you be when you wish to scream but are unable to do so.

Aren't above the things people usually say about writing? That it is magical? that the pen is mightier than the sword? That the writers turn thoughts into action?

True it is, whatever you pick. Writing is about making the words prance around sloppily with happiness. It is allowing the words to ache instead of you. It can magnify the slightest of pains and dwarf the biggest of achievements. Writing is like building the monument of events, firing the plot with crackers of interesting set of characters who amaze you with the sight ever so blinding, with the feelings ever so heavenly. Writing indeed is magical!

Writing is not only beautiful but it also makes the pen holder feel beautiful too. Words let you express. Words allow you to expand when you feel shrinking into a dot. Characters speak on your behalf while your emotions remain anonymous to the world. When you write, it works as an outlet and whether it is not fully guaranteed that you'll feel better at the end, but it is sure a signed off treaty of peace that you become better at handling things by the time you put that last dot at the end tunnel of that last sentence. You no longer remain the person you were before the drop of the first word. You have grown, like into a toddler from the infant, into a tree from a seed, into a fertile land after the heavy rainfall. You grow into the desired result from a mere casualty of the battle.

Wednesday, 13 December 2017

अविरत चलता ब्रम्हांड

हवा में  बिखरे पत्तों से दिन 
आसमां के तारों सी फैली रातें 
आँखें इनके बीच कुछ ढूंढती सी 
तय कर रही कितनी राहें ;

एक पल और सब कुछ है 
उम्मीद, चाहत, ज़िन्दगी के रंग 
अगले पल जैसे कुछ भी नहीं 
है तो बस जलता शून्य अनंत;

कहाँ जाऊं किसे बताऊँ 
कैसे कहूँ किसे समझाऊं 
प्राणों की आहुति भी दे दूँ 
तो भी शायद कह ना पाऊं;

खुली आँखों से सपने देखते
जाने कब बंद आँखों की नींद चली गयी
जो सपने कभी मरहम थे
आज काँटों से चुभते हैं दिल पर;

कहाँ ढूँढूँ खोये उन टुकड़ों को
जो कभी मेरा एक हिस्सा थे
कुछ यादों में ग़ुम हो गए
कुछ ऱक्त के साथ बह गए ;

Friday, 8 December 2017

So my latest book is Out!

i was downstairs at one of my neighborhood friends' house discussing things when i received the mail stating that my latest book - The Shadow of Darkness - is out! Just a few weeks ago, an earthquake had shaken my building quite lovingly. After reading the mail, another earthquake shook me within. i stopped talking and checked the links, and yes! It is true. My new book is now available for you to buy, read and share. Funny how and where life gives surprises.

 Find The shadow of Darkness on:

Amazon

Flipkart

Pothi

The story is promising. No? You don't trust me? Okay. Watch the fresh trailer for crying out loud.


At the end, if you like, buy and read. Share your feedback with me. Also, share with your friends and family as much as you can.

With love - Priyanka

Thursday, 7 December 2017

Final teaser of 'The Shadow of Darkness'

So here is the second and final teaser of my upcoming book - The Shadow of Darkness. Hope you enjoy watching it. A lot of effort has been gone into making it. 

Yeah, like it's a wonder. It happens with everyone. Get over yourself, Priyanka!




Watch the first one here:



Buy Book links will be shared soon. Don't forget to buy and then share them with your friends and family. It's the best way you can give me your wishes and blessings. And yes, through your comments too.

____________________________

P.S. Read my pre-release interview done for my new book - The Shadow of Darkness: 

Wednesday, 6 December 2017

Pre-release interview for 'The Shadow of Darkness'

First and the foremost, read the pre-release interview done for my upcoming book here on IndiaCafe24:

Priyanka Baranwal is back with a new book on IndiaCafe24

The interview has new things for you to learn about my book. and i sincerely hope you enjoy reading it. Don't forget to leave a comment there (or here). The owner of IndiaCafe24 is my friend. She'll love your comments there.

Sharing the link, i can totally recall the first day, the first word of TSD (let's call my book in a short name. Writing its full name every time is finger-cracking). The title was decided and the story line was decided earlier than the title. It was somewhere along the journey of writing my first book - It's Never Too Late (again a finger-cracking effort writing it. Let's call it INTL as i usually prefer). If you have read INTL, you know Maya already and if you haven't then go, buy and read. The build up is nice, as someone had complimented me once.



INTL dealt with a grown up woman and the repercussions of a horrible night. TSD deals with a teenage girl who continues to live in spirals of the night. She is not five year old anymore which she was during the night. She is now grown up and how past plays with the head and how it can take a leap back into present, it's worth reading. i can honestly tell you that i have had my detailed research on Childhood trauma and also a fair perspective on what happens when the part of trauma comes back to haunt. It's totally exhausting writing about it all then how people face it in real life? Even i was affected writing TSD. But the book also made me believe that traumatized people are very strong and an inspiration. They lead a life not for anyone else but for themselves. They are still willing to build up a good meaningful life despite of a horrible incident of the past. Not many of us know what it takes to do it but we can surely read about it to get the idea. So gooo...buy the book once i share the links here and read.

i am sure you'll love the story as much as i do. More for later.

Tuesday, 5 December 2017

Scars are a lot like love.

i have been meaning to write a blog post since days but couldn't do it. i know my book is coming out and that i am supposed to be frantically writing posts here more than ever to get people hooked up about what to expect in my new creation. But you know...responsibilities scare you away some times. Or that's what has been happening with me; wanted to pay but sub-consciously avoiding it. But what the heck! Life is long anyway.

So i have been receiving messages and mails regarding the cover of my new book. People are liking it. i am glad! So much effort, time and black-hair-turned-grey are invested in it. It has to be appealing. Credit goes to my publishing team who made it possible or else i am terrible when it comes to draw/sketch. It's because of my team that my story has gotten such a suitable intriguing face. Can't say thank you enough.

The book is on Childhood Trauma, a taboo for you and me and the rest of the society. Trauma, of any type, is a scar, screech marked on mind and soul, hard to heal, never to be gone. It happens slowly (i am somehow developing the urge again to leave this post incomplete and go away but i am just trying to go on). It takes days, months and years to realize that you are actually been scarred for the rest of life but by that time, it is too late. Healing has to happen on time.

Somehow it makes me think scars are a lot like love. You stay oblivious when they are happening. The innocence rips apart with the time. Both are the matchless sources of passion, power and desire. Both are the armories to invoke strength and courage to do things that may look impossible at this moment. Both possess the ability to construct and destruct anything around.

Whatever comes your way, accept it. Acceptance is one of the keys to deal with both. More you run away, more you are in trouble, delaying the inevitable. Sooner you accept, sooner your destruction is promised. And if both have to end in destruction, why not do it sooner than later? Might become easier through days and nights, leaving the only big question to deal with - 

How to do it?

(Finally i did it. Wrote a post here. Yay!)


Sunday, 26 November 2017

Cover Reveal - The Shadow of Darkness

So i did the Cover Reveal all across my pages yesterday. The Shadow of Darkness is my upcoming novel and i am very excited about it.



Isn't it an intriguing book cover? i can talk about it endlessly but later. For now, enjoy the sight.

You can connect with me on:


Thursday, 23 November 2017

From the author’s diary - Childhood Trauma: A taboo no more

Now that you have already seen the first teaser of my upcoming book, you already know it is based on Childhood Trauma (click to read an interesting article). But what exactly is Childhood Trauma (let’s call it CT)? Why it is so important to talk about it? And how does it affect the child? or an adult?
Natural but wise queries. So let the author herself clear some of your doubts off the table.
What is Childhood Trauma?
Simply say, CT is basically a painful but overwhelming incident happened in the childhood. Such as accidents, natural disasters, loss of a loved one, abuse, physical or sexual assault etc.
They say memories fade but some unfortunate incidents can be so powerful that they choose to stay with the child and does not go away for years! As happy childhood memories linger around, traumatic ones do too.
Why it is so important to talk about Childhood Trauma?
Before i answer this, we first need to know the factors causing it to grow.
Factors causing Childhood Trauma to grow:

Tuesday, 21 November 2017

On World Children's Day Nov. 20th 2017

So today is World Children's Day. The day is dedicated to kids. On this day, the whole world is trying to make itself a better place. be it better education, better nutrition, growth, hygiene, life style, books, freedom from labor and other child relevant issues...whole world has taken the day to show how much we need to prove ourselves to our children. The day is also about giving freedom to children's dreams. Isn't it wonderful? 

So being a mother myself, i asked my kid what kind of message he'd like to send out. After all, the day is for the kids, by the kids. i framed his message it as below:



A lovely message. i shared it all across my pages: Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram

i am not only a mother but also a child to my parents and late grandmother. So i too have a few things to say. i’d like to dedicate this day to three of the strongest and most inspirational people of my life – My father & mother and my late Grandmother.

i’ll tell you why.

Sunday, 19 November 2017

Be thankful for this life.

Moving to a new country has its charms. Some good, some challenging, depends upon how do you take it. For an adult, adjustments are easier. But for a kid, pheww! It can be truly hard.

Since the time we are in Kuwait, each one of us is trying to adjust to a new life. For me and husband, it came down easier but for our kid, expectations were already set based by India's daily life. There he had friends, a big compound to play on, cricket coaching, several games, night walks...the kid had so many things to do that even we had to ask him to spend time with us, his parents and he'd be like, eh! Okay i'll try! That was the attitude of our little champ.

And now? The situation is flipped. Kid has to stay at home tossing with fewer options to consider. Turns out, cricket is not a big thing here. Football, swimming, T.T., yes but no cricket. So one day, he was complaining profusely. You can call it a whining but let give the kid a little more respect since they can't calculate their responses/reactions to situations.

i was working on my laptop. When he did not stop complaining about getting bored to death, i stopped working and looked up from my screen at him. If i had only worn an spectacle, the scene would look more intellectual in your head but whatever.

'Why have you been complaining? i had told you about all these things before shifting. i did tell you that being in a new country, we gotta make a few sacrifices; that you will have to adjust to a new life style. You may not find as many friends in Kuwait as you have in India. There will be things to adjust, to put up with. Then why have you been singing an opera about getting bored day and night?'

'Because i can't find anything to play here! And also i have no friends!'

Point! Not that we weren't aware of but i can't refute each time he says this.

'It's been only a few weeks since we have moved in here. Please don't expect to get friends so soon, dear son. And yes, i know cricket is a remote thing to do here but will try finding something for you. Please give us some time. You have to have some patience, dear.'

The whining did not stop regardless. So i continued too.

Saturday, 18 November 2017

You might not be at fault.

Have you seen the movie Twilight the first part? There is a scene in it where Bella and Edward are in his car. When Edward tells her about his ability to do mind reading but he can't read hers, Bella becomes self-conscious. She hesitates and utters, "Is something wrong with me?" To which Edward chuckles and replies, "No, Bella! i can't read your mind and you think there is something wrong with you. It's more like...i catch FM and you night be AM . That's all." (Dialogues are not verbatim here)

i don't know why but the scene kinda stayed with me. The way Bella perceives herself, it reflects a human tendency. How many times have you blamed yourself when things did not turn out in your favor? How many times did you think the world is all fine and there is something wrong with you?

Sounds familiar?

Breaking the myth, that's not the case every time. Our responsibility is to be sensitive and give out the best but the results cannot be tamed. We are liable only to our actions and if you think you have maintained the calm stature, rest assured regardless of the nature of the result that you might not be at fault. In any thread, there are always involved at least two people. If you doing the best and the result turns into a haywire then hey! There is nothing wrong with you. Some times, it may be the situation, the other person, wrong expectations, bad timing, misunderstanding etc. the deciding factor too. Not all the time you are going to shake world with your actions. The world might as well has the same capability to do just the same.

So next time when things don't turn out, sit, have a cup of coffee and think! Is there another factor responsible for the unexpected result or it's just bad coffee foiling your mood? Either way, save yourself some stress. Chill! There might be more options to think about. One door closes, look for another one. It's not the end of the world. There are always more options, more ways to do what you think is to be done. 

Learn. Reach out. Think positive. Keep up the good work. Focus. Believe. Achieve.

Once you grow faith, you are seasoned to move mountains.

Wednesday, 15 November 2017

How My Son Taught Me to Be A ‘Man’ He Had Become - Guest Post by Ramendra Kumar

Today we have Mr. Ramendra Kumar, a widely read author as well as a much sought after inspirational speaker. In this article, he has talked about one of the incidents of his life. It's a motivational read that shows how kids can teach us the best lessons of life. It's a bit long but well worth your time, i promise. Know more about him at the end of this post. i, once again, thank you Ramendra sir for taking out time to write for my blog.

Ramendra Kumar
 How My Son Taught Me to Be A ‘Man’ He Had Become 

Ever since I can remember, anger has been my constant companion. I am supposed to be quite a fun loving person with a great sense of humour. I write wacky satires, conduct story telling sessions with kids in which the USP is  masti and at parties I am the joker in the pack. However, when I lose my temper Dr. Jekyll morphs into Mr. Hyde and the transformation is apparently scary.

“It is like he becomes a completely different person – his eyes  start bulging, his hands begin  shaking and he screams, raves and rants. When the anger quotient climbs up he even starts smashing things. 
The eloquence is there but the sentences take on a stream of consciousness mode and after sometime he doesn’t make sense,” my wife Madhavi once told  her cousin Sharmila, who was  a practising behavioural therapist.

“Ramen you are a writer and a communications professional. I don’t have to tell you how damaging anger can be. I think you should seriously start practising meditation in the mornings and evenings,” Sharmila said.

“I followed her advice. I liked indulging in meditation and Madhavi started hoping the demon of anger had finally been annihilated. It took one incident of road rage, a few weeks later,  for the reincarnation of Ravan. A bus driver kept honking relentlessly and I leaned out of the window and questioned his parentage. At the next signal he jumped down and confronted me. Even as Madhavi tried her best to calm me down the driver and I indulged in fisticuffs and  landed in the police station.
This incident sobered me down for a few days till the next ‘agent provocateur’ happened and Mr. Hyde once again took over from Dr. Jekyll.

I neither drank  nor smoked, the only addiction I was suffering from was anger. And this addiction was frustrating me quite a bit. Apart from the fact that I was hurting people and causing fissures in my relationships, the withdrawal symptoms were painful.

My son, Aniket, probably as a reaction to my antics or because he has taken after Madhavi  who is far more calm and grounded, has grown  up to be a more composed individual.  I would sometimes even chide him for ‘tolerating’ insults and ‘not giving it back’ and he would simply answer, ‘What difference does it make papa. Why fight over little things?’

“I would even rile him that he was not assertive enough and hence would lose out in the long run.” He would simply shrug and smile.

An incident in Aniket’s life changed me from an anger monger to Papa peacenik.

Tuesday, 14 November 2017

Radio4Child awards Second Edition 2017 by UNICEF India in partnership with AIR and AROI


If you think India has the largest immunization base programmes in the world, you are right!

If you think radio has much more capability than to play songs, prank calls and talk shows, you are again right!

Mix both and we have an outstanding combination working towards the betterment of the society.

Mumbai, November 10, 2017: UNICEF in partnership with All India Radio (AIR) and Association of Radio Operators of India (AROI) hosted the second edition of Radio4Child awards in a fruitful endeavor to recognize and honor creative as well as effective strategies on Routine Immunization (RI). This year, a big focus was also tended to End Violence (against women and children). AROI is the industry group that brings 200 FM channels together.

Or simply said, to increase the awareness about RI through Radio. Its first edition came out in 2015: Radio4Child awards by UNICEF in association with AIR and AROI Edition One. 

UNICEF is constantly working hard to save around 26 million babies through RI every year but with only 65% of children in India getting immunized every year, the target is still to be achieved. And what better way to work at it but with the help of Radio?

But why Radio?

In the precise words of then Chief of Advocacy and Communication UNICEF India (2015), Caroline den Dulk:

"Radio, as a powerful medium, is a crucial point of contact with the remotest and hard-to-reach populations. Today as we celebrate the awesome power of this medium, it shows us how “on air” activities can creatively communicate critical health messages."


In the focus: Additional Director General All India Radio Mumbai with Mr K. G Suresh, DG IIMC, Mr Rajeev Shukla, OSD AIR, Ms Tanya Patnaik, CEO Radio Choklate, Mr Uday Chawla, Secretary AROI, Mr Nirmal Pathak, Editor, PTI Bhasha, Mr Abhay Shankar Gaur, Secretary PTC AIR Association at the inaugural ceremony of the Radio4Child awards on Routine Immunization and End Violence (2017)
A total of 120 RJs across radio stations participated this year. The special partnership between UNICEF, AIR and AROI is largely focused on using AIR journalists and RJs to come forward with innovative ideas on Routine Immunization through six categories –

  • 1.       Best jingle
  • 2.       Best PSA
  • 3.       Best creative campaign
  • 4.       Best RJ link
  • 5.       Mission Indradhanush best radio spot award,
  • 6.       Best message clarity award

Monday, 13 November 2017

On why core values are important

Fighting with and working through extreme sickness, what doctors can't mention on prescription and what family members fail to understand is that for writers, writing comes as a medicine. Make one write something and it can work more effectively than a number of tablets.

So finally when i am here, trying to reflect my thoughts on Core Values, the day is already warm and nice to talk about it. So core values, how do you define them? Core values are a set of traits and principles that build you into a unique personality. For example, thoughtfulness, kindness, being helpful, passion, loving, caring, dedication, commitment...these are all different faces of core values. On the basis of one or more of these gets you recognition. In other words, core values define you.

The trigger behind writing this post is actually an article i read a couple of days back, on a celebrity who refused to 'adjust' to the demands of the profession in the beginning of career and thus, had to lose out on a number of significant projects. Now after many years, the person-in-focus here is not only the single most recognized face of Indian cinema on global level but also got listed on 15th rank in Forbes Most Influential List of Women from Entertainment Industry. Forget about the loss of ten  national projects. She is now tossing with international ones. Yes. It's she. If you keep yourself updated with entertainment news as well, you will know whom i am talking about.

Mentioning her name is not as important as what we can learn from her, when she refused to compromise on her core values. In initial days, the struggle is much difficult. Limelight of success is hardly viable. Desperation is what makes people go from wanting to willing. That's where a weak link gets introduced in the series and once it starts, it can hardly stop.

Thursday, 9 November 2017

The mistrustful man and a wise woman

Slowly sipping tea this morning, i was looking out of the window. It still didn't hit me. i can still see the usual work rush by observing cars lined up on one side and a free way on its parallel. Spots in my mind are buzzing with so many things at this point and then suddenly it hit me; the memory of last evening of a mistrustful man and a wise woman

i was busy in cooking dinner and preparing for the next morning rush simultaneously. It was around seven of the evening. i shouted to my husband asking whether he'd like a cup of tea. i was craving. He said it was time for dinner and that he did not want. Okay! i filled a small pot with tea ingredients and brewed a cup for myself, hurriedly finished chopping and cleaning of the kitchen mess and by the time i was done, tea was ready too. My reward of the drudgery, you can say

i put a rusk and a couple of biscuits and tea cup on a plate and came out to sit on sofa. i looked at my husband and found him grinning with a mischievous look at my tea cup. Something nudged me telling my suspicion was about to be proven true nevertheless i stayed quite. i was about to dip a biscuit when my husband's childish, almost begging voice erupted. 'One sip'. i knew it! He could not be trusted. i asked about his refusal to tea when i had asked earlier but he kept grinning now putting forward a hand for biscuit. i held my palm upfront and said, 'Yours is in the kitchen. Go get it. You can never be trusted with ice-creams, tea and chocolates. That's why i made a cup for you too

He laughed rather devilishly knowing he is destined to have not only a couple of sips but an entire cup of tea for himself. He walked happily towards the kitchen and soon, we were laughing at how mistrustful he can get at times

Wednesday, 8 November 2017

The Magic of Language

When i write, it feels the best way of expression. When i play my guitar, i feel this is the best way to express. Either way, i have the benefit of both. In fact, i am trying to put together a video playing a couple of songs and upload it on my YouTube channel. It has been long since i have posted anything there. If you haven't subscribed yet, please do. i'll be happy

Just this morning, i shared a simple but powerful anecdote on my Facebook page. It is about The Magic of Language

It happened like this: Being in Kuwait, you have to get your Civil id done and for that, you have to go through medical process. So my son and i were going with a guy from my husband's office. There was another lady with us, for the same purpose of course. Now all four of us were in the car, with that arabic guy driving. Son was busy on mobile. Needless to say, two of us women started talking. Soon i found out she is basically a South Indian but have spent much time in Malaysia. Her mother tongue is also Malay. Her accent was totally different yet clear. We talked on many things. In between, the arabic guy was also pitching in or we were asking him questions. Either way, we all three were engaged in a light conversation.

Somewhere along the way, one thing mesmerized me. It was upon seeing the miracle of language that was connecting three people, altogether different from each perspective. Our accents were totally different but there we were, connecting with a language called English. It was very good to see how a language can establish instant connections with strangers, how it can turn a boring time in a chatty one in no time. We all three talked and laughed and it was a good time spent

i call my experience The Magic of Language. It was indeed a magic to see that, to feel it. Next time you are with someone altogether unknown to your dialect, see if any other language can bind you. If you can have the same experience i had yesterday, trust me! You will love it


Monday, 6 November 2017

The self-invented cocktail

Sitting by my favorite corner of the house, you know what makes it the most loved spot? When i look outside in evenings and especially at nights, i can see how lights dare, enough to mark their presence in the plethora of darkness. Shops' names, cars' lights, the sound of the high-end types whooshing occasionally, few lit balconies or windows...everything looks like a well set puzzle. Nothing looks wrong, nothing looks out place. Feels as if each one of them belongs here. Life can be so peaceful when you have the sense of belonging wherever you go. i am glad i am privileged enough to find it here. Little more time and my puzzle will be set right as well

These little things are helpful. You don't need to go elsewhere to find inspiration, do you? Look around and you will be motivated. i get inspired and motivated. Even though i sit by the same spot day and night and i don't have time to look elsewhere, it's still alright. The solace comes in knowing the sight is there, lights are there and so does the darkness. Mix all these three and you have a self-invented cocktail by your side

It's 01:22 AM in India and i am still awake. Still struggling to adjust with the time difference. But it  feels alright too. i am not in a hurry

But i am sleepy. i should sleep now. Tomorrow is calling. See you soon

Wednesday, 1 November 2017

The meaning of life lies in connecting with people and experiencing things

Often we are tempted to ask questions; questions that raid our minds in deep corners, doubts that ruffle the innermost sanctuary of our naivety. And that's only justified. We are humans and we have the right to be curious and doubtful for unless you be so, how will you sleep at peace

Some questions, regardless of age and expression, are obstinate; they don't wish to get answered just by anyone or any way. They remain as a mystery but if you keep looking, they break their inhibitions and finally show the face. One of those questions is - What's the meaning of life

You must have thought about it too, haven't you? So i thought. i kept looking for the answer like a dog, smelling and sniffing in every possible way. The question can make you so unrest. Today i found it, or i think i do. While reading Aleph from Coelho, he says 

The meaning of life occurs in connecting with people and experiencing things. In his words, to live is to experience things, and not sit around pondering over the meaning of life

Makes sense? i think it does. If we keep sitting at one place and hardly/never move, we will miss out on so many things that are actually important for our inner growth and without the latter one, how do you suppose to shed the layers of naivety and gain wisdom? The author, however, also talks the other side of the coin. There are people who don't move but still attain those experiences. Now that's unfair! Here we roam like nomads and some people are gifted enough to have everything without spending an iota of effort or a dime. Now this makes up for another difficult question - Why life is unfair? But let's keep this one for later discussion

Tuesday, 31 October 2017

Jewels of the day

 - i don't have much to say tonight but wanted to share the below picture. It's actually two pictures



Above is the evening view through my window. It looks simple yet it has the ability to gauze your attention. Sitting up and high, you can place two of your fingers in air and pretend to hold any car between them. Just as you do while visiting Taj Mahal or relishing evening sun. You stand at a great distance but choose to capture them between fingers. It's fascinating to observe how the world never stops and likes to be in a constant motion. It appears as if being in a motion stabilizes it, holds the crowd together and let every one of us breathe. With traffic, you are fine but imagine if there is nothing alongside. Would it not be scary? You'd bet anything just to be in crowd once again. See! How chaos brings order to us, how it allows us to breathe in peace despite of us constantly getting irritated at the big line at the signal

Now here we have is the below picture. It's today's morning's. It's hazy and dusty, a signal narrating the start of winter. i hear winter is terrific here. i am just waiting. Getting locked up in jackets inside a blanket with a warm cup of coffee/tea is far better than getting unnecessary tanned in summer, isn't it? Even though summer has its charms, winter always wins the show 

Pictures speak somehow or they make you. You end up weaving a conversation you never thought was going to occur at the beginning. That's something called the beauty of uncertainty



Sunday, 29 October 2017

All you need is a big window

You know when there is day's rush, when nights are a nuisance, dogs won't stop barking and humans won't stop complaining. You need a pause during such times. A little something that's precious enough to keep you going, keep you motivated and soul uplifted. For some, it may be a big cup of hot coffee and for some, it might be a lovely phone call to someone beloved. For me, it's a big window in my dining space

If one thing i can bet you by sitting in my favorite corner, it'd be to show you a peaceful sight of the world outside. In my new house, you will find a window that starts from floor and goes all the way up to the ceiling. It comes into the view the moment you enter the house. Sitting by it, in a corner and watch the outside world go about its regular days and nights is soothing. The sight is alike to that hot cup of coffee or the phone call. i can easily get lost into watching the sliver of the city whereas it helps me to connect with my self too. You can say the window is the medium that allows the process of osmosis. i live inside the house but the moment i look out, i find my self in precipitations. i find myself out there looking for some great meaning in life 

The big window allows me to breathe the necessary. It permits me to live in a space where nothing else matters and everything matters. i get to see the world from a different eye where each human is similar, each one of us is kind and generous. Some of them are different because they honk for longer times. But that's alright. At least they are taking their frustrations out. Unlike the others who rather attempt to keep everything inside and keep growling for the entire day in so many different ways. They also need something to soothe the aching desire 

But for me, the big window of my living space is my ally. i sit by it and can watch outside at the roads bustling with people and other activities the whole day. And i am glad i found it. i have it. We all need something that can help us to look outside that can make the connection with inside, don't we

Thursday, 12 October 2017

The Jessica Parker moment

i was about to close my laptop lid when it stuck me. i wanted to write a blog post! So here is a quick post, more of a memoir of a moment this evening.

Life is busy. Sometimes busier. The same has been happening in my share of world. i even skipped my lunch today. Good plans back fire, new plans take a new shape...it's all a part of life when you are a writer. You can never say what's going to work and what's not. But that should not demotivate you to keep working hard. Keep working, leave the rest to the time.

So new things have been taking shape these days and i am frantically busy. Today also was no exception. Work is sure a good thing in disguise. Anyway, in the evening i decided to watch TV, something i hardly do. 

i switched it on, got on my swing and started watching in lovely silence. America's Got Talent was airing a good episode. When it was spent, i switched it to The Big Bang Theory. There are some tele shows that you can keep watching knowing you'd never get bored and happiness is guaranteed. TBBT is one of them.

The moment happened somewhere in first 10 mins of TBBT and i suddenly laughed! And when i did wholeheartedly, it hit me. It has been days since i have laughed unintentionally, with full curve going all the way up. And it felt so good! 

i remember a scene from Sex and The City 2. The Jessica Parker character was sad because her to-be groom grew cold feet at the day of their wedding. She was very much humiliated. Her girl friends anyway take her to the place pre-booked for their honeymoon. Theere they go but the Parker character did nothing but slept for i guess 2 days. Hardly ate, no outings. Her friends totally understood. Then on the 3rd day when Parker character finally came out and they were having a dinner, her girl friends were laughing whereas she was largely helpless doing this particualr sct - Smiling. Smiling can be so hurtful sometimes, you know. 

Tuesday, 10 October 2017

रात की दरख़्त


ज़िन्दगी की हर एक शाम खूबसूरत है

नए चेहरे पुराने दोस्त पहला प्यार आखरी ख़त

रोज़ एक किस्सा नया सा सुनाते हैं ;

ज़रुरत है तो एक नए नज़र की

पुराने चश्मे पर नयी चमक की

जाने कहाँ चले गए हैं वो बीते पल ?

जो आज भी बहुत याद आते हैं ;

रात की दरख़्त पर पैर पर पैर चढ़ाये

आदत सी हो गयी है

वक़्त के समंदर में पैर छपछपाने की,

मोती ना सही एक टुकड़ा शीशा ही हाथ आ जाए

तो शायद खुद से भी मुलाक़ात हो जाए ;

कागज़ों में जाने कितने भी लफ्ज़ लिख जाएँ

कुछ बातें अनकही रह ही जाती हैं

मगर जब कहनी हो दिल की बात

याद हमेशा लफ़्ज़ों की ही आती है ;

Thursday, 5 October 2017

Monday, 25 September 2017

The tiny blabbering

at ten at night
the heart falls for the bygone;
was it a wind that blew away?
Or was it a firefly used to be 
illuminating the whole day?
whatever it was, it is not here anymore,
and i sit with sad eyes, curved down lips
sinking heart, like a heavy ship;
you may as well roll your eyes at
some of the things i say;
i apologize for this tiny blabbering
because that's about it for today!


Monday, 18 September 2017

The naivety of routine happiness

Morning comes turns into mid day, quickly slips into dusk and soon it becomes night time. How each day passes away, it needs some observation. The whole routine is changed and has thrown off-track. Although it is a necessity albeit it brings about a silent stirring that demands to be done something about it.

First there is not much time and when there is some, the absence of concentration gobbles it down. You can't just sit and start focusing on writing. Writing! yes. That's what i have been missing these days so immensely, so deeply. Have a long way to go, have to write so many books and achieve the dream i dream about everyday. The journey has started off on a good note but somehow there are potholes barring ways. i don't mind struggling with them; i don't stop when they try to haunt. i just keep up with the pace, slow or fast, depends upon the state of mind and the circumstances but i prefer to keep going. For some, the journey to their dream destination starts off with jet speed. For some, it is slow. Either way, there is a journey to travel and there is a path to unravel.

When it is slow, sometimes it brings a certain type of silent stirring. You just wish to drop everything and do what's required, what's needed to silence it. But it is not possible. So you keep waiting, until you are back in your routine, into yourself and then pull the string to re-start the routine. Often, re-starting is tougher than the start. The former needs a big one-time push and then the rest sets into place automatically. And that's when the silent chaos churning you from inside sees the face of settlement. Your hunger is satisfied, the thirst is quenched and you no longer stay a nomad in a lost island.

i am, by the way, writing this post to satisfy that silent stirring, to get away from the recognition of a nomad. i am on a lost island but there is a purpose. Once it is fulfilled, i'll be back in my sanctuary and will be able to worship the routine. There will hopefully be plethora of time to sit and write and sit and read. The mere thought is exhilarating but let's not divulge much into it. Let the time come and i'll enjoy the naivety of routine happiness.


Saturday, 16 September 2017

The wailing baby

How long it has been for you to hold a month old crying baby girl and make her asleep by gentle talking, crooning and tiptoed walking?

The experience is really sweet and heart warming.

These days, i am at my native taking care of my sick mother and sleeping with my sister at nights and helping her nurse her one month old baby girl. The little one is cute beyond expressions. Though she has names yet i call her pomegranate. Her little soft cheeks are plump and she literally resembles a round red pomegranate. i enjoy being with my sister and her little baby. 

i am writing this post in very odd hours because i have just made the baby asleep. First, she drank milk like she was never fed earlier and this bottle was her last chance at survival. Yeah, babies make you look like a worst parent. Anyway, she drank the milk with Buddha sort of expressions on face but did not hesitate to spill some out during the process of burping. Another sign of being a bad caretaker. It's their fault they have over-fed themselves but the blame always goes to the parent/caretaker for not matching the amount of milk and the baby's age. Finally she took a gentle burp. Now that i am awake, why not to bother everyone around me? This thought must have caught her so she started crying despite of full tummy and no issues. i am certainly a bad baby caretaker. 

i held her in my arms and started walking. Tried to show her how good we look together in the mirror but she refused. i started walking and then added a gentle whiff of crooning her favorite lullaby. Yes. She has a liking to a particular song. Slowly she started to settle, in my arms. She was looking at me and the surroundings through big eyes. i felt i could talk to her whole night but since it'd largely be a monologue, the idea was not worth taking in. 

She looked here and there and everywhere and when she thought she had finally covered the little world around with suspicion and silent interrogation, she decided to yawn. A baby's yawn is so pretty! With my sweet singing plus gentle cradling in arms, she slowly drifted to sleep. See! i am not that bad in taking care of babies. i can score some brownie points.

i sat down on the bed with her in my lap now. Thankfully, she was still sleeping. Watching her with great affection prone eyes, i adjusted the oiled hair on her forehead, her head position, wrapped her well in the blanket, caressed her soft cheeks...all the while continuing to croon her fav. lullaby. The transformation from a wailing baby to a sleepy one was so warm that it melted my heart. i have been doing it since i am here but for the first time tonight, i decided to blog post about it. Babies are wonders and the way my little pomegranate slept peacefully in my arms, it made me happy.

You'd think that i'd have kept her down on her tiny bed where she must have continued sleeping in bliss but alas! Babies are really unpredictable (and devilish). The moment i tried to keep her on bed, she squirmed first and then her face contorted and finally, an agonized screech from her slender throat started off. She finally proved. i am not as good as her mother. Thankfully, my sister pitched in and took her from me. i said sorry because i was the one who had awaken the baby in the first place. Probably the motherhood has made my sister kinder and softer. She did not yell at me as she would have done before the baby. 

Now i am sitting on a chair in the corner of the dimly lit room and can see both of them sleeping silently. This moment is simple and happens regularly but i choose to cherish it. Being able to help my sister with her new motherhood makes me happy. i am anyway a terrible big sister. Okay! That was a lie. i can't afford to ruin my image in a single blog post at length. i am a good sister and prefer to tend to my siblings whenever they need.

So this was the little story from my side of world. Which piece you have lived in your corner today?

Wednesday, 13 September 2017

Should you change in relationships?

No.

And why would you change? To please the other person? To turn an unfavorable situation in favor? Just because what you think is anti to what the society thinks? What others would say? How would you be treated afterwards for speaking the truth, for being you? Just because ten people are doing this thing and you are the only one following the less trodden path so you should abide by it too?

If you are not causing harm, please do not change. 

You know, being original is the best gift you can give yourself? This has been repeated for millionth of times but let it be for once more. Good thoughts always have an audience. When you don't change and stay who you are, you learn to identify your own personality. You learn a few traits, a few ups and downs of your nature, you focus on how did you overcome the last failure and how not to overwhelm the recent success. When you try to mock others, the process of understanding yourself gets complicated. i guess compromised is the better word. When originality gets compromised, the result gets too. You must have faced it somewhere in life so i don't need to preach over it.

However, you can improve. Life keeps changing. What you had in breakfast today will be different tomorrow. What you are wearing today will get replaced tomorrow. Whom you have laughed with today may have his phone switched off tomorrow. These are very basic and simple examples of day to day life where you can observe changes in routine. In between these transformations, there are spaces for self-improvement, possibilities of salvation, opportunities to build something better. 

Monday, 11 September 2017

Forget and forgive

"i want to ask you one thing, pitaji. Given the fact that life is full of challenges, specially considering the present situation that's going on, how can you manage to stay practical and not get swayed away by the wrong doings of others'? How do you stay so calm and talk only what's needed and not hurl accusations like them?"

My father looked up at me from his dinner plate and started talking. 

"If i have learnt anything in my life then it'd be to forget and forgive. It is very much required for the peace of mind. i'll give you an example of Nelson Mandela. Nelson Mandela was South Africa's first black president and was a highly influential leader. He too had fought for his country's freedom. 

When he was in jail, the appointed jailer had tortured him in every possible way. Be it mentally or physically, Mandela was tortured on a high degree but when he became the president, he summoned the same jailer and honored him. When his friends asked him, he said, 'i want to live my life in peace. For this, i need to forgive this man. i want to create some good memories so that the tortured memories won't stay with me for lifetime.'". 

My father was, of course, paraphrasing Mandela's reply. i was touched! How can a person forget the inhumane amount of torture and forgive the person who had called them upon him? Sensing my surprise, he continued.

"You can only imagine the kind of bad time Mandela must have endured as freedom fighter but since he wanted to live life peacefully, he had forgiven the torturer. This is the biggest lesson of life. Things that are disturbing and odd today will simmer only for some time. And after that, they will become normal once again. So it is utmost important to learn the habit of forgetting and forgiving what unfair things people have done to you."

Saturday, 2 September 2017

Learn to cherish little things

i sat down 30 minutes ago to paint my nails so that when i wake up tomorrow, i can find some morning happiness upon seeing my beautiful hands. It's the one little thing that i did today to feel like a princess tomorrow. 

The colors adorning my nails are orange gel nail lacquer and glazed green painted asymmetrically. The combo is quite pleasing. How much little things matter, you see. You don't need a big car or fat salary to please yourself. The real happiness lies in looking for and doing little things such as eating ice-cream at night, reading book while brewing tea, a 2 minute chat with the bestie, looking fondly at one photograph, standing in the balcony gazing out at the night sky, sipping filter coffee in Bangalore's chilly weather, or painting nails. These little things happen so secretly that you often fail to even realize that they are happening and that you are pleased. You forget to be thankful too. This evening when my husband suggested to go out and have tea there, i said, 'No. i want my handmade cup. i like my own brewed tea'. i also like holding my Kindle and read Grisham or Cecelia or Coelho. There is a magic in reading. You no longer stay a human being. You turn into a superhero, ready to plunge into a world unknown with powers undefined. 

In the same manner, there is a splash of freshness when you look fondly at a framed picture. A picture is a moment captured in time. You move on leaning onto future but pictures and videos make you stick around the happy past. You not only like the way you are dressed in it but many things line up instantly to cheer you up. Like the greenery or how the photographer had told you to stand and pose; your attempt to throw a smile that should look genuine as if you were just told you are Princess Diana or Edward Cullen; you also contemplate on the footwear and the frame within which the picture is standing proudly. One tiny frame and so many lush memories. 

Realize these little things. Be thankful for them. Learn to cherish what each moment says to you. Fly with open eyes but don't forget to kiss the reality. Reality restricts unnecessary which allows freedom. And when you are free, the mind and heart become receptive to each form of happiness however minute it may be. 

A beauty unparalleled

The lust for seclusion is luscious 
the allure is irresistible
but let's not get lost in its depth
for there is more to this world;
the beauty of this nature and the beautiful sky
look at them with fresh eyes
let the coin flip and smile for once
the world can't move on until it's done;
withdraw to your surroundings 
allow the stubbornness to melt away
close your eyes, think of a bird
assume it is you, a beauty unparalleled; 
stop worrying and start flying
take the world say a big Hi
for it is yours, to win, to lose
to embrace, to refuse;
get up from the chair and feel the wind
caressing your face, kissing your lips
eyes may look beyond the horizon
but let's not give the latter a competition
come back! to your body, to your self
breathe! if not for someone else;
life is gonna hand over a platter 69 of challenges
eat'em all while cherishing your whisky pegs;
if everything around goes crazy, makes no sense
show'em all that you are crazier, the one with lot of sense.

Wednesday, 30 August 2017

We are One - skit by Kids



This Ganesha Chaturthi, i had designed a skit with eight kids titled as - We are One. The theme is to remind us once again of the fact that despite of all the differences when it comes to protect our nation, we unite, we become one. My kid in white kurta pajama has played the role of a stone that gets carved by various religions. He did splendid by holding his position so well through out the skit. Other kids who have represented other religions and the little girl who has enacted as Bharat Mata have done amazing! We received so many compliments and encouragements once the skit was over. i am glad the effort and hard work paid off so generously. 

It was the first time that i was onto design something. i have been part of various shows in my school time but never had the opportunity to direct one. This was my chance and no sooner did i start practicing with kids than i realized it was a humongous task. i mean, kids are so full of energy even though being awake since early morning for schools. They'd have their snacks and energetically would knock at my door, all set to practice. We would then run to our practice area. For first two days, kids were just running off the entire place and i could not understand how to work with them. They were just so content in playing that i literally had to shout multiple times to take their positions. In fact, once i had to threaten them by saying i am going to cancel it. i thought it'd work. It did but only for a short span of time and then they were themselves again, cheeky and naughty and stubborn. i could laugh it off but we had very little time to perfect the skit (we had started late). 

You know what worked the magic? One day out of desperation, i told if everyone does the practice right, i'll get each one of you a delicious glassful of Chocolate horlicks and if a single person strays away, no one would get. Hard to believe but it worked like a charm. All kids were suddenly attentive What nothing else could do, a glass of chocolate horlicks did. Then i realized the power of chocolate horlicks. And then it became a ritual. For three consecutive days, we'd practice and then settle at my house for snacks. i'd offer variety. They loved it. Probably that inculcated some respect for me in their kiddie hearts. Whatever worked the magic, i was content the skit practice was not a tough job anymore.Kids listened. They obeyed and followed and practiced hard. It was so wonderful to watch them working together regardless of occasional complaints with each other. Now today when i sit on my couch and relive those moments, i smile and in fact, can afford to laugh at some memories.

Monday, 21 August 2017

The special magic.

i was reading Coelho's book a few months ago. i guess it was Brida. There is a sentence in it that had caught my attention and still lingers in my thoughts till to this date. i don't remember the exact words but i can paraphrase it for sure.

The special magic is not in considering yourself special. It lies in when you think you are as ordinary as others.

So true, so genuine, such a clean mirror of human tendency.

The purpose of mentioning it here is, that i felt connected to it and yesterday i happened to convey it to one of my apartment friends (and also because, you can't finish Coelho without being impressed and certain oohs and aahs at many points. His writing is simply brilliant!).

Ganesha Chaturthi is falling this weekend and our society is celebrating it for three days. Needless to say, it is going to be grand. Talented people have been pitched in, rituals, food, water, cutlery etc. are being take care of, decoration team is fervently going back and through ideas (i am one of them by the way), meetings are happening till past midnight, there is a storm of ideas taking us all in...in short, we are celebrating it as it should be celebrated. So last night, there is another meeting. i had not planned to go due to certain commitments but thought to join in later. As i went into the meeting and sat with my friend in focus here, she told me that she had read some of my posts on our society portal. i told her, yes. i am a writer and an author.

She was surprised, yes but looked happy, thankfully. People usually don't get what does it mean being a writer. Anyway, in the on going conversation, i gave her my detailed profile in short. She was amused listening and said that she was happy talking to a writer. That made me happy and now two happy women were talking about me and my work. Don't think we were not paying attention to the meeting. The rest were discussing the aspect of the celebration that didn't need our attention much. Regardless we tried to focus on the meeting. Then it happened.

She said, "i feel like a dumb hat here. Everyone is so talented and i feel like a dumb hat."

Yes. She repeated the word Dumb hat. i smiled and said, "No! You are not. In fact, you are honest. It takes courage to say that. Everyone thinks they are smarter than the others but the real magic lies in considering yourself simple and not special. So no. You are not dumb. You are honest and courageous. and that's an inspiration to me." She rolled her eyes at me.

True, right? Have you ever called yourself Dumb hat in front of anyone? Willingly, i mean. Anyone can say it at gun point. It's hard to accept your flaws and others' superiority but when you do, you become honest not only to others but more to yourself. After all, we are not walking Einsteins. Even Einstein had a great memory problem. He was a great forgetful person. i have read incidents about it. But that did not stop him from being a genius. He did best his nonetheless.

i admire when i see someone has the courage to accept their flaws or they think it is a flaw. It can also be a great virtue in disguise. At the end, i think i managed to impress my friend with Coelho's words.