Category: Thoughts uncut

Halfway Through Realizing a Dream

I’ve heard a lot of people talking a lot about the blissful feeling of achieving your dream, but let me tell you, it’s absolutely no use of listening to it until you do it yourself. Do I make sense? Blurry, right?

Well, here’s what I’m trying to say. People told me that when the joy you get when you fulfill your dreams is matched by nothing. I now realize the truth in those words. It’s one thing to watch, from the sidelines, at someone who goes out there and realizes their dreams, but it’s another thing altogether when you are looking at yourself one morning,  fully contented at having made your dream come true.

I’m just trying to say that I’m half way through my first attempt at a novel.

Yeah, it was a dream. Not any more; now it’s my reality. I signed up for National Novel Writing Month wondering if I could prove to myself that I could become the author I always wanted to be. Half way through the month, I have a satisfaction that I’ve never before had in my life. This is the most I’ve ever written in my life for a novel. There were countless beginnings, but I had never gone past three chapters, at the maximum. Now though, I’ve completed thirty chapters. Wow, I never knew I could surprise myself so much!

I’m on my way, 30 000 done, 20 000 more. Here I come!

PS: I know I didn’t have to write 250+ words to say that I’m  NaNoWriMo participant, but hey, this is the month of words!

The Last Lecture

“Take Time Out. It’s not a real vacation if you’re reading email or calling in for messages.”

Randy Pausch, The Last Lecture

While reading the book, there was only one thought in my mind. How the hell did a programming nerd (yeah, that he was) have such an interesting way of thought?

I know a lot of programmers, the nerdy people whose world is made of directories and variables. There are exceptions everywhere, yes, but I have seen programmers who are so immersed in what they do, that they have made it their life. They’re the classical thinkers; the impassive people.

For a romantic thinker like myself, they appear dull, and I’ve seen the shocked look they give me when I tell them coding is boring. They look at me like I have no interest in life. To quote another person, you know you are a romantic thinker when, “you give more importance to feelings and less to facts.”

But that’s the way we think of each other.

Getting back to The Last Lecture, this Randy Pausch was such a classical thinker, except for the craving for fun. He was a nerd, a computer scientist and a professor. And from what I could discern, he was good at what he did.

Before writing this, I went through the reviews of the book and the lecture on Goodreads. There were a lot of people who gave four or five stars for the book. But, there were some who rated it one or two. There was such a contradiction and wondering why, I concluded, sometimes it’s arguable that one takes a view of life as Randy had, when he is counting his time. I don’t care though. Dying or not, the book has some very valuable thoughts. There is no guaranteeing that it would work for everyone, but it sure did for Randy, and considering that the lecture and the book was his message for his kids, I would say that Randy has succeeded in leaving a legendary legacy behind.

This book greatly reminded me of a similar story I read sometime back. A story of a dying professor – a story about living, in the words of a student. This, on the other hand, is a narrative from the professor himself, about the way he lived life and his regret of not being able to be a father.

It’s ironical that he practically raised his sister’s children and so many other students, but not his own children. That’s the sad part; that you were reading words of a dying person who prepared for his last lecture instead of spending his little time with children who would hardly remember him in future.

The book was the written form of his lecture. I watched the lecture too and Randy was careful to avoid topics that would make him emotional. He was just joking around, like he was trying to make an interesting class out of a dull one.

As a lot of people would say, the book was bound to have pathos spilled all over. It was, yes, it’s a pity to realize that the man who had such unique views is no longer living.

It’s quite similar to what I felt when I read Tuesdays with Morrie; I wish I had had a teacher like that. Two teachers; two conditions; two very different attitudes; both wonderful!

Life Is What You Make It

“If you have not made somebody’s day happier, if you’ve not appreciated something good that has happened to you and if you have not felt thankful to be alive, then you have wasted that day of your life on earth!”

~Preeti Shenoy, Life Is What You Make It

Alright, before I start about the book, let me just declare that I can’t tolerate love stories. Surprised? Yeah, I get that a lot.

Bleeding hearts, love letters, sleepless nights, butterflies and all the other insane things people relate to love – I hate them all. Particularly when the author takes up multiple pages describing how blissfully painful the sensation is.

I totally hate when simple events are exaggerated. Oh, I can’t stand to read how people in love, trip over something as tiny as a pencil and break their leg! Love isn’t about such mindlessness and I dislike it when authors illustrate it so.

Having said that, I was a bit tentative about reading the book. Knowing it was a love story, I had evaded the book for some time now. It was only when I held the book and read the description on the cover that I realized that the story addressed a bigger issue; a disease bigger than unrequited love; Bipolar Disorder.

I so wanted to read the book after that! 

I wasn’t new to the condition; I’ve read blogs of people who are bipolar, and a few other articles too.

So the adventure began. It kept me awake through the night, and that doesn’t happen often, in the case of books that is.

I’m not into reviews, so here’s the story in short. It’s the life of an Indian girl, whose ambition penetrates her love story. She is the brightest student in her MBA batch, until she starts showing signs of bipolar disorder. With her recovery, ends the story.

I only felt that the learning-to-manage-without-medication process was too quick to be true. It is a lengthy process, as I understand, but it seemed simple in the book.

Bipolar Disorder seems to have a simple solution, and trivial matters, like trusting the “weird sisters“, end up tragic. Maybe that’s the queer thing about the written word. But that’s a topic for another time.

Another Face of Poetry

I am utterly surprised at how useful Quora is. I love poetry, and though I may not be the greatest of amateur poets, I enjoy the company of good poetry. It was all thanks to Quora that I discovered this new form of poetry, (OK, it’s not entirely new; it’s just so to my knowledge. (Though that reminds me to be a bit more mindful of the things that interest me. #NoteToSelf)) that they call ‘Spoken Word Poetry’.

I’ve heard poets narrate their works, but this is different. It’s not about narrating a poem that fits on a paper so well; this, is something that cannot be recorded (and is ineffective) on paper. It’s the ultimate power of speech merged with the art of poetry. A little bit of digging into the topic made me realize that it is indeed a long-existent form of poetry and that it is I who was stuck in the medieval age.

I must say that I enjoy this form, as much as I appreciate the written form. (Though I have to admit, nothing beats the smell of print (fresh or old) on paper!))

For your auditory pleasure, here’s Sarah Kay, delivering her poem “If I should have a daughter” on TED Talks. (The poem is only a segment of her speech.)

Enjoy!

We’re all Storytellers

I sometimes find myself wondering if I could ever be a writer. Writers seem like an elite force. When we think of writers we can only form an image of our favourite or not so favourite writers who flood the world with their narratives. Why is it so? I sometimes hear people discouraging aspirants saying that you need certain qualities to be a writer. Some of them, are totally agreeable. Like you have to read a lot to find a way to express your thoughts in the written form. Where else would you find the words that aptly point out a certain thought?

As far as I can tell, there is just one golden rule to writing: reading. They go hand in hand, and compliment each other well.

Of course we can write without reading too, but such pieces of writing would lack clarity, and in a sense, sense!

The other myths however, like you have to be descriptive in every aspect, or you need to be an extrovert, talk to people about random and stupid things. These supposed ‘rules’ are just myths.

These beliefs should be busted and due time, they will be. We all have our unique way of looking at life and interpreting it. Also, all of us have our own life stories. When we write it as it is, it becomes an autobiography. When we refer to our lives and borrow certain incidents and events from our minds, in a piece of writing, that becomes a novel.

It could become a flop or bestseller, but that depends largely on the marketing tactics.

So, we’re all storytellers. We all have it in us. Some have kindled the fire; some are tying to; and some others just prefer not to be engulfed in the flames.