Reflections

Fill, Fall, Repeat

When I am writing I try not to hoard words for tomorrow. I do not want to keep it away, stored, and tucked to be used later. Which is contrary to human nature and it often occurs to me that, I should save that beautiful description or that fitting metaphor for a novel or a short story or an essay which I hope to write tomorrow. In all certainty, I know that I don’t know that there will be a tomorrow. It might seem like a bleak feeling and it may come across as a pessimistic one too, but it is a simple fact of life which upon acceptance can transform today into a fertile canvas. We are all on a terminal journey and I have filled notebooks with the words that I believe I will share someday when the stars will finally align perfectly for perfect prose to be delivered. Now, I don’t believe that no longer, there is no right time, every moment I exist here is the perfect time for me to become what I could and share who I am now because tomorrow I will be dead and someone will be there who look a little like me, who talks a little like me, but he would be different, he will have my name and know everyone I know, but he would have seen more and he would tell these stories differently. There would be so much more to say, tell and share tomorrow. So, whatever comes out today needs to come today, for tomorrow it won’t be the same story and I won’t be the same storyteller.

Lies, the Manure of our society.

Sometimes the most simple of thing claims our attention and we discover how we can rearrange a shelf in our head in a more meaningful order. It might not be perfect and perpetual but provides a dramatic renovation to the existing order. When we rearrange these shelves of our memory, we redefine the narrative we tell ourselves and others. A narrative that is easy to remember is like mnemonics, they are intuitive to recall and helps us connect to facts effortlessly. Like the mnemonic, KISS – Keep it simple silly, simplicity and truth are essential to expand our bandwidths and to focus on important and essential matters without having to constantly redo our shelves.

Dream is dead, long live the Dream!

I don’t know to whom this letter is to be addressed. But, I am writing this with a belief that words have a way of finding their right readers. These words will eventually reach you, the right pair of eyes. It may meet random passerby along its journey to you. It may smile at few, frown at some, and be indifferent to others, but it will eventually find you. When it does, it will unwrap itself for you to accept it or reject it and it will not matter for it has done its journey.

Would you choose truth over order?

The most flexible month of any year concludes tomorrow and so does the second month of this year (okay and duh!). This time February was very experimental for me. Every week was different. Starting with re-coding my website in the first week, exploring theories of DSP–Digital Signal Processing in the second week (I discontinued it even though it was really interesting. I shall pick it up maybe?!), and then deciding to focus on writing only what comes naturally for a while.

Pillow Talks

I wonder the stories pillows will unveil if they were the gossipy kinds. I wonder the secrets they will spill, shared to them in the privacy of night. I wonder if they will whisper to you the names of all who have snuggled with them before. I wonder if it’s promiscuous, for they comfort everyone and no one has ever called them a bore. I wonder if we would really sleep with them if they weren’t so silent. They know our dreams, they listen to our thoughts, they hear our snores, and they comfort our indoors.

The Dark side of the moon

This post may get a little ominous. So, consider yourself warned, informed and requested to stop reading. Here is something you may enjoy instead – Indispensable Man

Whoever said honesty is the best policy may not have been completely honest with us. It may have been a joke that ironically became an earnest practice. I still wonder if there are a few people who are in on this joke and they have a laughter riot every weekend, watching the ever-shrinking scales on the graphs, celebrating our malleability.

Don’t get it Right. Get it Written.

In pursuit of your dreams, your foremost responsibility is keeping yourself motivated and informing the gravity to stay the hell away from you. Piyush Mishra wrote once, “Khwahishon ko jeb mein rakh kar chala kijiye, janab, kharch bahut hota hai manzilon ko pane mein,” which roughly translates to, “Carry desires like coins in your pockets, for pursuing goals are costly affairs.”