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Saturday, February 28, 2015

the love of FEBRUARY!!

For last few years, February always had a bouquet of surprises in its kitty for me. This year was no exception. No wonder it is the month of Saint Valentine. :P 

It is the last day of February 2015. Through this post, I intend to pay my gratitude to the holy Universe for bringing me the right opportunities and synchronies into my life.

It was at the beginning of this month (1 February) when my life took turn for better. It was this month when I got the boost to restart my writing spree. It was this month that I decided ‘no writers’ block will become my excuse’ to postpone writing and blogging, like it had always been.

Thank you for giving me reasons to rejoice and understand that ‘life may be strange but that’s where its real beauty lies’.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

I am a writer!

There is never a dull moment when I write. 

It's a spark and I fall in love with it everyday!!

It is called 'penning down the thoughts'.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

My Top Five HAIKU

festive lights
long stretch of cars at the signal
Beggars' lips tightened  

moving into the moon
the ship derives
little energy from the storm

parched earth
thirsty corpse in the grave, awaits
the first drop of rain

moon comes near
earth pulls away
bulges form in the ocean

darkening sky
the peacock coos
his peers follow

Saturday, February 21, 2015

putting a fullstop on procrastination

Every time I sit down to pen down my thoughts, I am unconsciously transferred to a dreamland. To the dreamland where my future belongs. Yes I can see my future. So can you.

This is one of those days when I am not aware of the topic I will be writing about. Without an iota of doubt I just love such incongruity. At times, it helps to get lost and soak in the power of unknown. It leads to the path of self-discovery. At least, I can say that for myself.

Right now I am sitting here on my desk in my office. It’s Saturday and I am dying to get out of this architectural marvel. It traps me. In fact, I like empty spaces- wide, airy, painted in neutral shades with large windows from where, the sunlight seeps in.

As a reader when you will read this blog post you may wonder why I am sharing my love for open spaces with you. Let me be honest, I am trying to draw the interest of my MUSE. Few days ago, I read-
Writer's block afflicts people who have some stable and ample source of income outside of writing. Fred Saberhagen.

Today I stand firm to testify that this is absolutely true. Along the way, I have also found that social media is the biggest distraction.

These are a few confessions from today. It will be a new day tomorrow and possibly a better one when it wouldn't involve an effort on my part to hold the pen and scribble the thoughts.


Friday, February 20, 2015


When I was a teenager, I was more inclined towards reading than writing. During those days, writing was limited to scribbling a random thought on a piece of paper or answering the question paper. It was when I went past the school gate ad ventured into the college life that I learned about the ‘magic of writing’. Although writing was still a distant dream, whatever I wrote it enriched my inner being. And yes being an introvert added a different dimension to my ‘writings’. The medium channelized my thoughts and emotions so well that I rarely craved for the company of a listener.

What I craved for was ultimate peace. The utter chaos (we live in a joint family arrangement, yes we still do and I love every part of it), every day humdrum, noise of traffic, absence of tranquility and natural surroundings created furor inside me. For very long, I remained disoriented with my life. With due respect, one thing that I was always sure about was that I was never interested in perusing a traditional career choice- teacher, banker, marketing or sales etc.

Even though it paid peanuts, I always knew my love for books and writing will serve me well. Contrary to this, I forgot that I was born into an Indian family (generally mad about getting their children married off ASAP). Thankfully, our family pendulum swings from traditional to liberal- from time to time. More on this soon.

Since then I have come far. In fact, very far. Peaceful existence in a city like Delhi is still a dream. But I own my choices and is proud of it all.  

What I learnt till date is the immense power of being POSITIVE. The universal law of attraction holds utter importance for me - what you give out is what you will receive. For past four years, I have been witnessed to how universe plays magic and manifests our desires. The truth is it’s all in your limits; we just need to recognize our potential.

Life is after all, a beautiful living full of shocks and surprises but punctuated by HABITS.

While I make it a habit to post a blog daily now onwards; make sure you get a habit of being POSITIVE.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

I am ready!

Why do I write? Or shall I say do I really write. Write as the writers do.

Well I have decided to confess a few things before I share ‘Why do I write?’

For past few months, my mind is in a contemplative mode. Shall I, what if, why so? On a bigger note!! What will happen if I let go off my full-time career as a content writer? Although I am yet to take a call on this, you see, sacrificing a well-paid is undoubtedly a tough call. I am firm that I cannot be trapped and asked to gyrate creative juices to produce white papers.

It’s enough. Enough five years. Now I’m ready. Ready to say goodbye.


                                          My soul sulks
                                             At the thought
                                                Of being trapped
                                                    Inside a cubicle

                                         Now ‘why do I write’?

I write because it is an aphrodisiac for the well-being of my soul.
I write because it lifts my spirit.
I write because my soul comes alive.
I write because it helps me appreciate life.
I write because it connects me to nature.
I write because it gives purpose to my life.
I write because it is the only thing I do best.
I write because it helps me to keep my sanity intact.
I write because it helps me understand that life is not always a bed of roses. And it’s ok.
I write because it helps me to dismiss my vanity.

There are endless reasons why a pen or a book is the best gift anyone could ever give me. Trust me I will love you more: P

Since all I want to do in this lifetime is to write, write, and write. And this is just the beginning.